Harry Went To Heaven

Down across from the Cresswell Hotel

Harry sits there polishing his bells and dinky toys

Oh, Harry and the boys

On slow Sunday afternoons

One could hear a tune rise from the alley way

As the church goers spilled out on the steps

And say, "Must be Harry and the boys

Still going strong from Saturday"

Now, it seemed like Harry went to Heaven

Oh, the people got smiles on their face

Where they can't be replayed any other way

Birds sing, cows low

'Cause wind stirs it up, you know

Some folks do well pushing numbers

Some folks do well playing a tune

Echoes of yesterday, rising to the clouds they say

Falling on innocent ears recalling wilder years

still cooking

But nobody comes in to start a soup

And speeches too

Some folks try and sing out Harry's tune

Oh but it's still his tune, how do you get there?

Well, it seems like Harry went to Heaven