Oh Let Me Fly - Harry Belafonte

Way down yonder in the middle of the field,

Angel working at the chariot wheel,

Not so particular 'bout working at the wheel,

Just want to see how the chariot feels

Oh let me fly, oh let me fly

Let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord

Well I got a mother in the promised land

Ain’t gonna stop till I shake her hand

Not so particular 'bout shaking her hand

Just wanna get to the promised land

Oh let me fly, oh let me fly

Let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord

I heard such a rumbling in the sky

I thought my Lord was passing by

It was the good old chariot drawing nigh

Oh well it shook the earth swept the sky

Oh let me fly, oh let me fly

Let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord