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We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing, / He chastens and hastens His will to make known; / The wicked oppressing cease them from distressing, / Sing praises to his name, He forgets not His own.
Without a song, the day would never end / Without a song, the road would never bend / When things go wrong, a man ain’t got a friend / Without a song!
If the hands of time were hands that I could hold / I’d keep them warm and in my hands / They’d not turn cold / Hand in hand we’d choose the moments that should last
The bird with feathers of blue is waiting for you, back in your own backyard. / You’ll see your castle in Spain through your windowpane, back in your own / backyard. / Oh, you can go to the east, go to the west, but someday you’ll come,
Sometimes in the morning, when shadows are deep, / I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep, / And sometimes I whisper, what I’m thinking of, / My cup runneth over with love . . .