Lyrics:
(Lift up your voice, lift up your voice)
(Children)
(Rejoice, rejoice)
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They're
free
Each step illuminates the trail
Guided by starlight, embraced by the veil of night
Walk on the path of light, where spirits take their flight
hands
Guided by wisdom as fate demands
With cautious hearts we choose our way
Oracle's light but not its sway
Together we stand our destinies linked
Super
and the chest of drawers are telling her to go outdoors
He should have been here by this time, he said that he'd be here by nine
That guy is such a prick
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
The echoes of the past, they only get worse
In a radiation haze, where homes have turned to dust
I'm guided by the strings, of my old guitar's trust
Through
it seems are we
Holding fast upon a path I cannot see
Guided by the sacred voice's melody
Down below the waters rage incessantly
I hear howls of pain
persistence
Calm in their existence
Waves of soft insistence
[Verse 2]
Footsteps on the trail
Mysteries unveil
Stories in the pale
Guided by a veil
[Chorus]
(Lift up your voice, lift up your voice)
(Children)
(Rejoice, rejoice)
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They're
that old lighthouse
The one that saved my life
I got swept into the ocean
But I was guided by Its light
And when I made it back
I took a breath on my
Guided by the light of an eastern moon
The fire of the dance is alive in you
African heartbeat, oh what a dance
African heartbeat, I wanna dance
gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago and if you go back by there again
horror has been normalized, a cynical defense
But I can't sit there silently and watch it all go by
The strongest hearts will raise their voice against
cheese'."
Then I commenced to do a tap dance on eggplant Parmesan before their eyes.
Guided by voices, whole bag of tricks. Raised by Druids and Horses.
lend me some time?
You can sit by my side
And I'll let you be friends with mine.'
The cafe is old
But the candlelight's new
She orders Beaujolais
on Sunday the most
She sits alone on that same old pew again
His tenor voice still echoes now and then
It brings back all those memories
Of him there
Or anything at all
I will re-iterate
A second cold longing I could never demonstrate
Guided by the voices that surround me, beg and call
For anything at all
In the days of old, when boys became men
Through trials of fire, sweat, and pain
Rituals harsh, to harden the soul
Preparing for life's unforgiving
could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
Them old dreams are only in your head
I said, hold it, Doc, a World War
could find
Just what it means to be true
I never said it was me
I never said it was you
I kept walkin'
Through the morning rain
I hear the old
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day
Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.
BJ the DJ you're living
years now, and a new feeling arises from the thick fog
Emancipation of horizons, the upcoming war
Then, victorious kings ruled, deceitfully guided by
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