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
tree Our voices all combine In sweet accord, to thank the Lord For a Christmas auld lang syne When sleigh bells ring and choirs sing And the children
Saying that we will need something to remind us Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea) The priests dressed children for a choir (White-robed small 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
sound of your lips you, always more the harmony attained together I'll listen to you because you are music for me I still hear the voices of the street
And the young ones they could not sit still And the preacher's voice rose higher So I snuck up on the balcony And I crept into the choir And I begged
waves I heard voices through the radio waves I came home, you were nowhere to be found The lights were on and the radio played I came home, there were radio waves A children's choir
And the young ones, they could not sit still And the, the preacher's voice rose higher I snuck up on the balcony And I crept into the choir and I begged
God Your children crying out Beautiful Beautiful, the sound From the Earth, our voices will ascend As an offering to You alone May our praises echo without end Join the angel choir
hear voices they are calling I have reason to pay heed I caress you, oh, Cape Breton in my dreams And you kept your arms wide open To let your children
of Death Voices of the dead choir powder my mind Demons wipe the memory of life before Spiteful wish Forever Heaven Gone Time to exploit the urgent need Take the children
repress the moment it erupts Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice Got to turn up 'Keep Hanging On' as if I had a choice Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs
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
towards misdeed Storm choirs gather a pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang
A mother sings as she rocks her babies Children sing the noted nursery rhymes The old church bell is ringing for the Sunday morning singing Music is as
the tree Our voices all combine In sweet accord to thank our Lord For a Christmas auld lang syne When sleigh bells ring and choirs sing And the children
masquerade we are the six nightmares at the masquerade Oh Oh Oh I saw the mirrors cringe Oh Oh Oh the choir voices bend Oh Oh Oh the costume in my skin