Wanda Jackson — I May Never Get To Heaven

I walked with you and talked with you and held your loving hand We loved awhile, I lived awhile, and thought that fate had a plan Ah but someone stole my angel and I lost what I love most I may never get to heaven, but I once came mighty close I may never play a golden harp or spread celestial wings Or walk a golden staircase while the distant chorus sings Ah but I once held your sweet love and felt your tender touch I may never get to heaven, but I didn't miss it much I may never get to heaven, but I didn't miss it much