Swinging Serephim lyrics

A harp, a harp

In heaven I must play

To pluck throughout eternity

In a most reverent way

Shall I, shall I

Become tired of its sound

Classical concerto of strings

Or can the blues be heard

Or the rhythm it brings

In heaven, in heaven

The symphonies or solos

Poems of tones to the ear

Pluck classical, or music of the day

Harmony a variety to hear

A harp, a harp

In heaven I must play

To pluck throughout eternity

In a most reverent way