Will there be sagebrush in heaven
And will there be tumbleweed
Will there be corrals where my old saddle pals
Every night in the moonlight would meet
I've counted each star in these bright western skies
Rare beauty is all I can see
Where the red river flows and the sweetest flower grows
In heaven, what more could there be
Will there be sagebrush in heaven
And will there be tumbleweed
Acres of grain and wide open plains
What more up in heaven can there be
I've counted each star in these bright western skies
Rare beauty is all I can see
Where the red river flows and the sweetest flower grows
In heaven, what more could there be
Will there be sagebrush in heaven
And will there be tumbleweed
Acres of grain and wide open plains
What more up in heaven can there be
