
I have friends in high places
As to the holy mount they go
And they have such joy upon their faces
That of what they have I want to know
Why am I not there, I ask
Have I not the faith to believe
Is it not the holiest task
Perhaps that's why my soul does grieve
If I help someone who can't go
Because they have small children
Maybe blessings to me might flow
As though dews falling from heaven
Then when the time is right
And, I've a recommend
I too can be endowed with light
And receive the highest in the end
As to the holy mount they go
And they have such joy upon their faces
That of what they have I want to know
Why am I not there, I ask
Have I not the faith to believe
Is it not the holiest task
Perhaps that's why my soul does grieve
If I help someone who can't go
Because they have small children
Maybe blessings to me might flow
As though dews falling from heaven
Then when the time is right
And, I've a recommend
I too can be endowed with light
And receive the highest in the end
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