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...