Everybody’s wonderin’ what and where they all came from.  Everybody’s worryin’ ’bout where they’re gonna go when the whole thing’s done.  But no one knows for certain and so it’s all the same to me. I think I’ll just let the mystery be.  Some say once you’re gone you’re gone forever  and some say you’re gonna come back.  Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour  if in sinful ways you lack.  Some say that they’re comin’ back in a garden  bunch of carrots and little sweet peas. I think I’ll just let the mystery be. Everybody’s wonderin’ what and where they all came from.  Everybody’s worryin’ ’bout where they’re gonna go when the whole thing’s done.  But no one knows for certain and so it’s all the same to me. I think I’ll just let the mystery be.  Some say they’re goin’ to a place called Glory  and I ain’t saying it ain’t a fact.  But I’ve heard that I’m on the road to purgatory  and I don’t like the sound of that.  Well I believe in love and I live my  life accordingly. But I choose to let the mystery be. Everybody’s wonderin’ what and where they all came from.  Everybody’s worryin’ ’bout where they’re gonna go when the whole thing’s done.  But no one knows for certain and so it’s all the same to me. I think I’ll just let the mystery be. I think I’ll just let the mystery be.