Two Daughters And A Beautiful Wife

When he reached the gates of Heaven,
He didn't understand.
He knew that friends were comin' over.
Was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?

He saw them playing there before him,
What were they doin' there?
It felt like home,
It must be alright.
Or was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?

Memories replayed before him.
All the tiny moments of his life.
Lying 'round in bed on Saturday morning,
Two daughters and a wife,
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.

Meanwhile on earth his friends come over,
Shocked and horrified.
Dolls and flowers by the store front,
and everybody cried.
Everybody cried and cried.

Is there vengeance up in heaven?
Or are those things left behind?
Maybe everyday is Saturday morning,
Two daughters and a wife.
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.