Eddy Arnold — The Chapel On The Hill

I can hear the organ playing gentle strains of peace be still I can see my mother praying in the chapel on the hill While the choir turns the pages in my heart I feel a thrill Now they're singing Rock of Ages in the chapel on the hill How that vision makes me ponder and I know it always will Till my weary footsteps wander to the chapel on the hill I can hear the organ playing gentle strains of peace be still I can see my mother praying in the chapel on the hill How that vision makes me ponder and I know it always will Till my weary footsteps wander to the chapel on the hill