Now we see the bounty
Now we rise above
And thank the Lord
With faithful hearts
For the countryside we love.
Birds sing in each county...
The skylark and the dove.
We need no Civil Battle in
The land we're dreaming of.
Peace in our Time,
Forget the sword.
Look to the heavens
And thank the Lord.
nice sing-prise for the Lord, and i'remember when i'have a prayer to the God, good tink: god luck: : thumb:
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nice sing-prise for the Lord, and i'remember when i'have a prayer to the God, good tink: god luck: : thumb: