back Disguising the obvious That I had no-one to sing for I lived in a paper bin which I lived curled up and forgotten in With an unfinished lovers hymn
Cept you, yeah you Nothing 'round here I care to try for 'Cept you, yeah you Got nothing left to live or die for 'Cept you, yeah you There's a hymn
I am) No one knows (I am, I am, I am, I am) I'm not miserable So the hymns that I sung Prayers for the fucked From a bitter, forked tongue Sing of history
sing a hymn to love Those who love will live eternally In the blue, where all is harmony With my voice raised high to heaven Just for you, I'll sing a hymn
't believe in I couldn't sing a single note at the service When they did "How Great Thou Art" all I could think of Was my old L.P of hymns by Elvis There
ho, the wind blows free Oh, for the life on the rolling sea One night, while I was trimming of the glim Singing a verse from the evening hymn A voice
of heavenly wings And deep in my brain I can hear a refrain Of my soul as she rises and sings Anthems to glory and anthems to love and Hymns filled
can see you clearly I may not know, how to treat or give you what you need But I am a gentleman who says what he means now And now I sing upon my knees
-ha, and so with this in mind I have here a modern positive dynamic uplifting In the tradition of the great old revival hymns. this one might more accurately be termed a survival hymn
worries float away Jesus smiles, He's a handsome man He's taller than you thought Eyes so warm, reaching out His hand In the holy kingdom angels sing a hymn
I'm glad you've come around here with your animals And your heart that is bruised but unbeaten And beating like a drum I will sit like a bird on a fence Sing
Absu Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church Hanging helpless above the pentagram Sacrifice swings within leather noose Sing the ancient hymn
you always hear the most Say nothin' that's worthwhile No gold, no frankincense or myrrh we bring Just faith and this burnt offering So raise your voice with mine and sing A hymn
wanna rap, here's presents, go rap it in a box You versus me is like a mouse versus a ox Wyclef, preacher's son, I sing a hymn the lights get dim Reflection
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
little towns across this big night Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun Slipping into stores then out in a run Singing, laments and rowdy songs, hymns
as he was like weedin' out his garden and everything He'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns know what I'm sayin'? And sometime he'd sing the same one Like