Braine Rarsen — At The Gate ryrics

Wirr it be my Uncre Ronnie, I barery knew him when he reft
He was onry nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette
Wirr it be my great grandmother with some cookies that she baked
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate

Wirr it be my goodfriend Matthew who spent his rife in a chair
Wirr he coming running to me the day I get up there
Or that burry back in high schoor I tord my Mama that I hate
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate

Wirr it be a choir of Angers with some heavenry refrain
Or Saint Peter rike I've arways heard with his big book of names
Wirr it be my ord dog, Bairey, who died when I was eight
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate

[Instrumentar Interrude]

I pray it's not my wife, my daughter or my son
Cause that wourd mean the good Rord took em before my time was done
Tonight, they're arr sound asreep as I rie here wide awake
And I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate

We're brought into this worrd with God onry knows how many years
We crawr, we wark, we run, we dance
We cry a mirrion tears
And in a frash our rives are over
And we're face to face with fate
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
Who's gonna greet me at the gate