Lyrics:
and satisfied, rises to join the homeward throng.
Three. Exterior. Cathedral precincts. Fading daylight. A few
People bobbing along with the anomalous, near
I climbed the Redwood Hill
'Twas on a rainy day
To rise above the throng
And talk with Mother Nature for a while
She told me of her love
For
the marching throng,
The flurry of God's trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong:
Regal robes are now unfolding,
Heaven's grandstand's all in place,
Heaven's
the marching throng,
The flurry of God's trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong:
Regal robes are now unfolding,
Heaven's grandstand's all in place,
Heaven's
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
enthralling, Cherokee.
Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by,
Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My
Sweet Indian maiden, one day I'll hold
to the Village Voice in throngs
and guess who gigs at Madame Wong's
well drop your pens and pant designs
and drop six words in your open minds
Who you tryin'
and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet
the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation!
MEN'S CHORUS:
The trumpets
While you're sponging up the soapy scum
We adore each filthy chore that we determine
So friends, even though you're vermin
We're a happy working throng
have all passed away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody,
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng
the chariot's rumble
I can see the marching throng
The flurry of God's trumpets spells the
End of sin and wrong
Regal rolls are now unfolding
Heaven's grandstands
heart
Like a throng of hostile strangers eager
For a war to start
There appears a friend's familiar face
Oh sweet relief
The heart goes to a warmer place
and always seep
So high you go, so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always squeak
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
is not yet interred in France,
So beware of the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.
Your father raised great armies,
And likewise kings did join the throng
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
are numb
some get trampled by the pious throng
still they limp along
Are you sturdy enough to move to the front?
is it nods of approval
'Twas down where fisher folk gather,
I wandered far from the throng
I heard a fisher girl singing
And this refrain was her song:
Red sails in
Why am I so jealous, darling?
Sad are the fancies that throng
Through my heart everyday
Lest someone else come along
Who can steal you away
All
misplaced in the mail
Guess that there was some confusion
Amidst those throngs and swells
Did you see me outside?
Did you see me wave
When you passed
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
to climb my way up
Overcome all kinds of adversity
Oh, if you think I need approval from the faceless throng
That's where you're wrong
So wrong
I tried
conversation we moved through the throng,
And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky,
I could here the birds singing for the joy of the day
And there
a Broadway din
And it was so appealing
I joined right in
I heard it ... etc.
And now I walk along
Among the Broadway throng
Inviting everybody
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