(Eddy Arnold — King — Frank)
I can hear the organ playing
Gentle strains of peace be still
I can see my mother praying
In the chapel on the hill.
While the choir turns the pages
In my heart I feel a thrill
Now they’re singing Rock of Ages
In the chapel on the hill.
How that vision makes me ponder
And I know it always will
Till my weary footsteps wander
To the chapel on the hill.
(I can hear the organ playing
Gentle strains of peace be still
I can see my mother praying
In the chapel on the hill.)
How that vision makes me ponder
And I know it always will
Till my weary footsteps wander
To the chapel on the hill…
