I believe the lord above,
Created you for me to love.
You he chose from all the rest,
Because he knew I'd love you best.
And if i die and go up there,
I'll wait for you by the golden stair.
And if your not there by judgement day,
I know you've gone the other way.
So I'll turn in both my angel wings,
My golden harp and other things.
And just to prove my love is true,
I'll go to hell to be with you.
