If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
Please stop and take a while
To look for my kin as you go on your way;
You’ll meet him with a smile.
Tell him how truly sorry I am
That no one was there by his side
But I know now that God may have planned it that way,
On the fateful morning he died.

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
And find that you’re lonesome or bored,
Just look for my brother, he’ll show you the way;
‘Cause he’s right there with the Lord.
You’ll find that he’s happy and free from all care;
- There’ll be a grin on his face -
Everything’s better, there’s nothing to fear
Now that he’s gone from this place.

If ever I make it to Heaven at all,
What a great blessing that’ll be!
But greater still will be my joy,
When my loving brother I see.
He knows how to make me feel welcome and glad;
- He’s just a person like that –
So I’ll try my best to be good, though I’m sad,
Until it’s my turn to depart.