While I lay me down to sleep,
I worked through the worst day.
If I should die before I awake,
would I still be a maid?
Would I still have to rise each day,
while others lay in bed,
and put an apron over my
and make the holy bread.
Would I have to wash and iron
the angels' dirty clothes?
Would I have to clean
and scrub
the heavens' floors?
And would I have to dump the garbage
an d all the other slop?
Or when I cross the river Jordan,
would such filthy duties stop?
Might I go to a movie
when I have my Thursdays out?
Or will I have to polish stars
and help to hang them out?
Are there any streetcars
that go a certain route?
Or will there be a chariot
to carry me about?
I know I would be discouraged,
and I know I would be dismayed
if I should be a maid in heaven
and still be underpaid.
Now, one very important thing,
very important,
when I have a sweetheart,
when I find him most divine?
Will we sometimes walk together
with his arms in mine entwined?
Could we ever free ourselves
of those beautiful white wings?
Or would our love affair
be just one of those broth
erly love things?
I'm a little bit worried about that.
Yes I am just a little worried
about that one thing.
Oh well, how stupid can
you get anyway here
I am not the least bit sick
and not the least bit tired
of this great big beautiful world
worrying about what would happen
should I not wake up
ah it's stupid isn't it oh me folks
I'll stop worrying right this minute
this very minute
and remain a Very much, much alive,
robust it's made.