Lyrics:
one of these all mornings it won't be very long
You just might look for me, but I'm going on home
(Listen, listen) I'm going up to glory (oh yes, I
Would you like to hear the story of
A girl that many soldiers know
It's a tale of love and all its glory
They tell when the lights are soft
Lily:Laaaa...
Violets: Mimimimi...
Marguerite:Lalalala...
Snap-dragon:Hahahahahahaha...
Marigolds:Poem, poepoem, poem, poempoempoempoem....
All
my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in
Would you like to hear the story of a girl that many soldiers know
It's a tale of love and all its glory they tell it when the lights're soft
soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His
my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in
Oh, I've dressed the lilies
More than Solomon's glory
And I write the endings
To all of your stories
I'm telling you this now
Just step out on the water
I have found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I
Our God is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom
That transfigures you and me
As he
, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As he
my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in
on
Hey, yeah, feet keep marching, keep on marching on
Well, in the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that
majesty and splendor
You clothed the lilies of the fields
You clothed the saints in robes of righteousness
All glory be to God
All glory be to God on high
my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in
going home live on high
Soon as my feet strike Zion
Lay down my heavy burden
Put on my robe in glory
Going home one day and tell my story
I've been
going home to live on high
Soon as my feet strike Zion
Lay down my heavy burdens
Put on my robe in Glory
Goin' home, one day, and tell my story
I
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips
And the sun is like a toy balloon
There are get up in the morning glories
In the golden afternoon
going home to live on high
Soon as my feet strike Zion
Lay down my heavy burdens
Put on my robe in Glory
Goin' home one day and tell my story
I
, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With
, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As he
! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on!
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom
That transfigures you and me;
As he
! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you
, hallelujah
Our God is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me
As he died
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