Refrain:
There's plenty good room,
There's plenty good room,
Way in the kingdom;
There's plenty good room,
There's plenty good room,
Way in the kingdom.
1 My Lord's done just what he said,
Way in the kingdom;
Healed the sick and raised the dead,
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]
2 One of these mornings bright and fair,
Way in the kingdom;
Going to hitch on my wings and cleave the air,
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]
3 When I was a mourner just like you,
Way in the kingdom;
I prayed and prayed till I cane thro',
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]
4 Come on, mourner make a bound,
Way in the kingdom;
The Lord will meet you on halfway ground,
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]
Source: Folk Songs of the American Negro (No. 1) #59