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.

My Lord’s done just what he said,
Way in the kingdom;
Healed the sick and raised the dead,
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]

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]

When I was a mourner just like you,
Way in the kingdom;
I prayed and prayed till I cane through,
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]

Come on, mourner make a bound,
Way in the kingdom;
The Lord will meet you on halfway ground,
Way in the kingdom. [Refrain]

Folk Songs of the American Negro (No. ),