Lyrics:
I heard songs and sparrows and the echo of a name
Ringing down that silent twilight on Saint David's Day
I was nineteen, she was six months younger,
To you in David's town this day
Is born of David's line
The Savior who is Christ the Lord
And this shall be the sign
And this shall be the sign
All glory
Little David was our son, born on Christmas day
Blind at birth he never saw the harp his fingers played
The harp that came that day he was born, from
, what's the secret?
Tell me, David, what's the answer?
The day that David died
The world stood still
The stars refused to shine
And now he's far away
won't be long
The party's gonna' start
And go on and on and on
[Chorus]
I'll be singin' with the saints
At the morning light,
Ringin' in the day
by the parkway
And I'll free your soul from every apron string
In the execution hood you wore on Saint's Day
We'll join the land of the blind where
she's a goddess
And to Paul, he is a saint
And Adam, he's from the forest
And to Jane, all day she paints
You ask me how I feel now
Well I will tell you
ba, bah
Audience: OK
Annie: Chipping around - kick my brains across the floor (David: ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Annie: These are the days, it never
on
Seven more years and I'll be home again
David you got to tell her that I miss her
Tell her that I'll miss her every day till then
I only got seven
marching in
On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh when the trumpet
hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O when
the Reverend and Mrs. David E. Cash
Nothing moving across the house
Rotting wood, cover the windows
In the distance, lonesome shouts o
Of saints and sinners
always makes my day
He's the cutest kid, what can I say
When he embraces me, I thank the Lord
Oh for John, John David Rohrer
I love you, John, John David
day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
Oh when the saints, go marching in,
Oh when the saints go marching in.
Oh I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.
Oh when
couldn't play guitar like Van Halen
Had no secret chords like Saint David
But you still came around, ate your lunch with me
Used to park your car to try
stone
Say they're gone with the wind, they're coming back again
I want some Haggard and drunk
Those days are gone, Yeah, then I've moved on
No David
light
A constellation once seen
Over Royal David's city
An epiphany you burn so pretty
Yeah, you are a shining light
You are a force, you are
a country; you don't live there
But one day you would like to
And if you show them what you're made of
Oh, then you might do
But David, we wonder
We
a country; you don't live there
But one day you would like to
And if you show them what you're made of
Oh, then you might do
But David, we wonder
We
a country; you don't live there
But one day you would like to
And if you show them what you're made of
Oh, then you might do
But David, we wonder
We
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume
Immanuel Kant was a real puissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume
Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle-shed
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed;
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus
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