Lyrics:
pain,
No peace it seems
Ill find again
I find that place
A secret place
A place where I can go
Choir:
For you shall hide me in your tabernacle
From
Peets and J.D. happy
And set me wild and free
Then I danced out of Mississippi
To the University of Bourbon Street
I sang, "Hey (hey), Pocky A-way"
girls are really great
Salt Lake City hey dig that Tabernacle choir
Salt Lake City yea they be
Bound to take you higher
There just ain't no two ways
and
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and
The Robert Shaw Chorale
When the chorus sings behind you,
All they do is hum (hum)
Every hum is like an angel,
Then
with pride where I reside
They call it Dean's Song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For
with pride where I reside
They call it Dean's Song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For
within us
Send a refreshing glory
Purify our hearts
[Choir]
Let your glory fill this place
Let your all-consuming fire, fill this tabernacle
We are a servant,
We have a song,
The side of a beehive,
A tabernacle choir.
We are the sound
Working in wars,
The bishop is gone
sir"
Then she serves me coffee, tea, or seltzer
And each night when I retire, the Mormon Tabernacle choir sings
"Blumberg, bye bye"
I was in
Hmm's, la-la's
Boys choir softly sings
And the children of Israel
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Stripped themselves of their ornaments
By the mount Horeb
And Moses took the tabernacle
And pitched
the Union Gospel Tabernacle Church so the citizens of Nashville would always have a place to hear the word of the Lord. In time, the Fifth Avenue church
the Tabernacle choir
And I wanted you to see 'em all I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standin' on the stair
And when I caught
the Tabernacle choir
And I wanted you to see 'em all I wished that you were there
I looked across the room and saw you standin' on the stair
And when I caught
I hear a voice so sweet and low the voice in the old village choir
It sings to me of long ago the voice in the old village choir
In dreams I drift
Plucked strings on porches
A poor boy's choir
My blood's at a boil
There ain't no fire
I just love the way the light beams in
But I got bad
Look, no strings
Just paper glue and card
Hark the angels sing
Paste the lord
That was the Armley tabernacle choir
Next, we'll be hearing
The London Children's Choir:
M
The Chipmunks:
M
The London Children's Choir:
We say M-O
The Chipmunks:
M-O
The London Children's Choir:
M-O-P
bourbon hit me like a baseball bat.''
In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden
She raced across the yard and asked her neighbor
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a blossom
As white as a lily flower
And Mary bore sweet
Somewhere in Vietnam a 19-year-old soldier walked out of a barroom
And he said I must be seeing things that bourbon hit me like a baseball bat
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