What Then Lyrics & Chords By Mahalia Jackson

Underage, in a foreign land Come to think of it, it was Japan Pickin' pockets, fillin' mine with yen Discovering machines that vend I'd like to leave, not 'til I...read more

Narrated: When the great plants of our cities Have turned out their last finished work When our merchants have sold their last yard of silk And dismissed their last tired clerk ...read more

Had you never heard a bout of words like these? Never ever thought it'd sound so much like peace those who oppose a secret need exposed and that's a guarantee Had you never...read more

I could sit here in my lonely room forever count the hours that slowly tick away I could do all this and worry over things that might have been But after I go crazy what then I...read more

The question I have is: what really is going to happen? When the great book is opened and each one stands facing his record, what then? What then? When the great factories of our...read more