Lyrics:
with yonder sacred throng we at His feet may fall
We'll join the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all
We'll join the everlasting song, and crown
Hughes.
I've got a hunch that to that bunch I'm going to introduce:
(Again you're wrong and to this throng I'm going to Introduce:)
Barney Google, with
me when I can hear it every night
Disconnect myself from the throng
And I'm counting this last time because
It's the last time I'll belong and I
the throng's in the spell of a song
My thoughts keep drifting to you
While each pair seems to share their affair
They're making me blue
For I'm dancing
Onward, christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cross of jesus,
Going on before!
Onward. then, ye people!
Join our happy throng!
Blend with ours
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall.
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts
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
One day when a man among the throng
Will see his way is wrong
The Universe will shine
One day when the kind you see in dreams
Will baffle all our
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 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
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
and satisfied, rises to join the homeward throng.
Three. Exterior. Cathedral precincts. Fading daylight. A few
People bobbing along with the anomalous, near
Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching as to war
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before
Onward, then, ye people
Join our happy throng
Blend with ours
yearning
To mingle with the old time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway
And say that I'll be there air long
and deep,
You who wore my robes, sleep!
Droop, East! die, West!
Let my land rest.
Woods, I woke your boughs!
Hills, I woke your elf-throngs
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
have left behind you
A Stor Mo Chroi, when the evening's mist
In the mountain and meadow is falling
Oh turn, A Stor, from the throng and list
And maybe
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
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
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
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