Hallelujah

I'm recalling times when I was small, in light and free jubilee days,

Old folks praying everybody swaying,

Loudly, I chanted my praise.

How I sang about the Judgement morn,

And of Gabriel tooting on his horn.

In that sunny land of milk and honey,

I had no complaints,

While I thought of Saints

So I say to all who feel forlorn:



Sing "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" and you'll shoo the blues away:

When cares pursue you, "Hallelujah!"

Gets you through the darkest day.

Satan lies awaiting and creating skies of grey,

But "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

Helps to shoo the clouds away.