The Chapel On the Hill - Eddy Arnold

I can hear the organ playing

Gentle strains of peace be still

I can see my mother praying

In the chapel on the hill.

While the choir turns the pages

In my heart I feel a thrill

Now they’re singing Rock of Ages

In the chapel on the hill.

How that vision makes me ponder

And I know it always will

Till my weary footsteps wander

To the chapel on the hill.

(I can hear the organ playing

Gentle strains of peace be still

I can see my mother praying

In the chapel on the hill.)

How that vision makes me ponder

And I know it always will

Till my weary footsteps wander

To the chapel on the hill…