Oh, Let Me Fly (from album 'My Lord What A Mornin'', 1960) Songtext
von 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)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)

Well, I got a mother in the promised land
Ain't gonna stop ′til 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)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord (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 (let me fly)
Oh, let me fly (let me fly)
Oh, let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)

Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, would you let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord (Lord, Lord)

Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Oh, let me fly (oh, let me fly)
Let me fly to Mount Zion, oh Lord, oh Lord (oh Lord)