(Intro) When I wade across the Jordan Iâ??ll be shining For I know the one I love is over there, From the straight and narrow path Iâ??ve often wandered But every time he puts me back on course. Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo, Where the Transit full of Keith, in the side streets has no beef With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore. As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet, From on high I hear a choir of angels singing And all at once the Kiss fans disappear. Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts, Come bid my burden ease; come give me bread and cheese And let me feed the birds for evermore.