Where the Saints Are
Parody of "Where the Boys Are" by Connie Francis
Parody Lyrics by Dan Malan (Dan's Plans for Parody Bands)
His loving arms, his Spirit warms
My soul to keep me so securely
Where the saints are, my loved ones will be there
When we meet on those golden streets
I know our greeting will be sweet, with the crowds
Of millions of believers I'll see my Savior at last
They I'll climb to the highest steeple
And tell how Jesus has surpassed
All our hopes and our dreams of heaven's bliss
Where the saints are, with the angels up in glory
My Savior waits for me to live eternally
(then repeat song in a higher key)
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