Cabin in the Sky - Rosemary Clooney, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

There’s a little cabin in the sky, Mister

For me and for you

I feel that it’s true somehow

Can’t you see that cabin in the sky, Mister

An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow

We will be oh so gay

Eat fried chicken every day

As the angels go sailing by

And that is why my heart is flyin' high, Mister

'Cause I know we’ll have a cabin in the sky

We will be oh so gay

Eat fried chicken every day

As the angels go sailing by

That is why my heart is flying high, baby

'Cause I know we’ll have a cabin in the sky