Words & Music by Duncan
Wells
I dreamed I died and went to heaven Ah but me I could not understand John Morris played piano So I took myself a parter As John Morris played piano I dreamed I died and went to heaven John Morris played piano
where St. Peter let me pass
though the gates to where and angel
led me 'long a garden path
and through a field of purple heather
gathered there among the stars
an audience sat waiting for a show
what held these captive souls
but as moonlight struck the stage
in streams and beams if heaven's gold
from those fields of purple heather
thunderous cheering did arise
and suddenly right there before my eyes
Tara Lynn upon the fiddle
the angels shed their wings to dance
as God called out the steps
and I over heard an angel say
though to herself in silent praise
it's sad you know, but heaven has been blessed
and we danced until the sun
painted shadows cross the clouds
that rained upon those chosen ones
and with halos all around us
and the music 'neath our wings
we flew above and listened quietly
Tara Lynn upon the fiddle
the angels shed their wings to dance
as God called out the steps
and I over heard an angel say
though to herself in silent praise
it's sad you know, but heaven has been blessed
and returned a wiser man
to learn reason is not satisfied
no matter what we've planned
for tomorrow may find sunshine
dancing silent on the waves
where a piano and a fiddle used to play
Tara Lynn upon the fiddle
the angels shed their wings to dance
as God called out the steps
and I over heard an angel say
though to herself in silent praise
it's sad you know, but heaven has been blessed