I am the elder Utah Smith
I've got two wings to fly
They may be made of paper
They may nev er reach the sky
I believe that man is good
And if they want two wing
There's a chance they could
I am the elder Utah Smith
I was born in Cedar Grove
On a dirt-poor stretch stretch of road
I found the calling early
Gave birth to righteous words
And in a tent around the South
I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from pa per wings
To the real thing at last
I am the elder Utah Smith I
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last
Been a long time in the ground
But I reside elsewhere these days
Thanks to souls I've saved
I traveled far, I traveled wide
Three quarts for the Lord
Till one day he called me home
To claim his great reward
I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last
I was a light for the liv
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was gone
Just a heartbeat from the past
But I went from paper wings
To the real thing at last
