Music Afternoon in Heaven

He'll take out his fiddle

next to come will be his bow

He'll adjust all the strings

With reverence, nice and slow

He'll hold on to both proudly

And when the time is right

He'll join in with the others

And play with all his might

When he finds that Perfect moment

He'll catch it with both hands

Tucking fiddle under chin

And striking bow so grand

And joy will fill the room

accidental chords race upon the air

As his foot stomps out A rhythm

Heaven's floor will bounce beneath his chair

Some will think it's thunder

But God and We will know

It's music afternoon in Heaven

And Kenny's hosting the show