The King

I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus, the Savior, had come for to die
For poor on'ry critters, like you and like I
I wonder as I wander out under the sky

Out, under, under, under, under the sky

I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus, the Stranger, had come for to die
For poor on'ry critters, like you and like I
I wonder as I wander out under the sky

Under the sky, Chester County sky

Now if Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of god's angels in heaven for to sing
He surely could have it, for He was the King

He was the King, He was the King

I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus, the Stranger, had come for to die
For poor on'ry critters like you and like I
I wonder as I wander out under, under, under the sky

Under the Chester County sky