soul she didn't love God must need a very special angel Whose heart's as pure as newly fallen snow To come and join His choir of heavenly voices And
do for me With the words from a poet And a voice from a choir And a melody, nothing else mattered Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds
breath My voice and my soul are everything I have I don't want to waste my desperation Don't want to hit rock bottom and write a song Love and music
We rejoice with all those who believe You're the song that was and is to come Glory is rising Yeah, glory is rising Beautiful Beautiful, the sound Of redemption's song
can patter out their hasty orisons no mockeries now for them, no prayers nor bells nor any voice of mourning save the choirs the shrill, demented choirs
out there And the preachers say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the choir say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the preachers say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the choir
Tells the legend, there's a magic place That could nobody find its trace Land of darkness, land of forlorn songs Where all is mystic all along (The Traveller
your neck A little voice inside you says "When you hear dead songs, don't sing along, let it die" Lift your small voices up and we'll stitch these cries
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
sang a song together To help us through the night The song was sung with spirit But soft and like a choir And as the others sang along Our voices lifted
dawn Love is a song that never ends One simple theme repeating Like the voice of a heavenly choir Love's sweet music flows on Like the voice of a heavenly choir
I'm free, now I'm free Now I'm free from all your pain Oh well, church bells they are ringing for you Oh, and choirs are singing in red Oh, your voice
of fortune Or learn to navigate A choir full of longing Will call our ships to port The countless lonely voices Like whispers in the dark A choir full
sang a song together To help us through the night The song was sung with spirit But soft, and like a choir And as the others sang along Our voices lifted
a song There'll always be music as long as there's a story to be told There'll always be music cause music is the voice of the song There'll always
your finger, into grace. Icaros, your voice once melted, Into the choir of the fallen ones. I have heard, I have seen, the purity of their song. Icaros
'd stand to sing on Sunday mornin' She had the sweetest voice I think I've, I've ever heard. She loved to sing the songs about our Savior "There is a
happy ever after (Sharpay and Troy) Your harmony to the melody It's echoing inside my head (Sharpay) A single voice (Troy) Above the noise (Sharpay) And like a common thread You're singing to me (Troy) When I hear my favorite song