John Brown´s body lies a mouldring in the grave John Brown´s body lies a mouldring in the grave John Brown´s body lies a mouldring in the grave But his soul goes marching on. R: Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! And his soul goes marching on. He´s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord, He´s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord, He´s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord, But his soul goes marching on. R: The stars of Heaven, they are looking kindly down, The stars of Heaven, they are looking kindly down, The stars of Heaven, they are looking kindly down, On the soul of old John Brown. R: