day He used to race me in the Carolina sun Back when he was a young man And he could plow the fields until the day was done Mama played piano for the choir
on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano and the boys in the choir
blows his trumpet. Bandsmen hammer at the cafe for the gypsy's drawbridge bottle. Choir boys pull on the zig-zag Of the monkey's dream piano. Fish eat
his trumpet. Bandsmen hammer at the cafe for the gypsy's drawbridge bottle. Choir boys pull on the zig-zag Of the monkey's dream piano. Fish eat
chair, sneered and said, What'll it be pal? Now a lot of people would be intimidated in a situation like this...I was not. I am what I am, play my piano
rattle, Stand in front of your piano, But we know what's going on. Yes we know what's going on. We're the children of the choir, hey And we know what'
herattaa Pian naen hahmoni ulkona sateessa On kylma Kuulen jokaisen sateenpisaran Viipyvan aallon [English translation:] Wind echoes here Sorrow choir
, he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was a looker from Atlanta Led the choir, played piano