The Chapel on the Hill

The Chapel on the Hill - Eddy Arnold

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