do for me With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir And a melody, nothing else mattered Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds like
choir With voices rising to the heavens Like sirens screaming to a fire Comin' up the lane callin' Workin' while the rain's fallin' Ragman, your song
back. (Wake up) [Outro: Everybody + Choir + (Floetry -- 1st 4-Natalie Stewart, 2nd 4-Marsha Ambrosius)] Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (As life rolls on, lift your head; lift your voice
floodlights point up at the steeples Choir practice was filling up with people Could hear the sound escaping as an echo Sloping off the ceiling at an angle And when the voices
'Roll day Give the children what they want Hear the universal choir pray. Hear the James Brown song Hear the church choir sing It's the people's voice
day - give the children what they want Hear the universal choir pray Hear the James Brown song, hear the church choir sing It's the people's voice they
run Straight outta the Southland It?s the breath of the swamp This is the voice of a choir Well versed in songs of wrath Voiced in long hard days Voiced
choir like their song There is no power like the freedom of their flight While the swallows roam alone Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice
the idiot boy That he filled the nights with dreams Till dusty sunlight beams Danced upon the floor Gave him a solo in the choir Where songs of wild desire Were all his voice
've got to look them in the eye That's why my only choice Is find the face behind the voice And she asked the man if the service was open Not today, just the choir
I lay at your feet.. Like a church with no steeple, Where a bell never rings. In a town without people, Where no voice in the choir ever sings. If a
'll be hearin' the preacher say For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wife And the choir will sing along with Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho The Woody Woodpecker song
Hope may die yet love's beautiful music Comes each day like the dawn Love is a song that never ends One simple theme repeating Like the voice of a heavenly choir
been taken through it Now the spirit's in me An' allowed the Lord t' win me I can testify to it Sweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been
organ of any church in town But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ira And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir His voice
King. Of the love that flows from the Heavenly King. Raise your voice, let us sing. It's the message that these songs can bring. 'Round the fire, '
