The Temperance Army
Though you see no banded army,
Though you hear no cannons rattle,
We are in a mighty contest,
We are fighting a great battle.
We are few, but we are right:
And we wage the holy fight,
Night and day, and day and night.
If we do not fail or falter,
If we do not sleep or slumber,
We shall win in this great contest,
Though the foe is twice our number.
This the burden of our song,
'We are few, but we are strong,
And right must triumph over wrong.'
O my sisters! O my brothers!
There is death all round about us.
Must we, then, sit down discouraged?
Will you let the wine-cup rout us?
Hear the drunkard's awful wail!
See the mourners, bowed and pale!
Will you, coward, then say 'fail'?
Say not that your heart is with us
When you do not help or aid us.
All who love the cause sincerely
Can do something: God has made us
Tongues to talk with: you can say
Something, if you will, each day,
That will help us on our way,
Though you are not highly gifted,
Though you are not bard or poet,
Though you cannot preach or lecture,
You can love the cause, and show it
Boldly, in each thing you do.
Seeking all that's pure and true,
This will be a help from you.
You can say the liquor traffic
Is a curse to any nation;
You can say that prohibition
Is a blessing and salvation.
You can sow good seeds, and, though
You may never see them grow,
They will not be lost, I know.
In this mighty temperance contest,
Where no guns or cannons rattle,
Though you cannot lead the army
Or be chieftain of the battle,
With that mighty sword, the tongue,
You can fight against the wrong,
You can sing some temperance song.
Say not that you cannot aid us!
Drops of water make the river-
Make the mighty Mississippi,
That flows on hand on for ever.
Every word you say for Right
Gives us courage, gives us might,
And brings nearer, morn and night.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Two Armies
Once over the ocean in distant lands,
In an age long past, were two hostile bands-
Two armies of men, both brave, both strong,
And their hearts beat high as they marched along
To fight the battle of right and wrong.
Never, I think, did the Eye of heaven
Look down on two armies so nearly even
In well-trained soldiers, in strength and might.
But one was the
Wrong
, and one was the
Right
,
And the last was the stronger in heaven's sight.
And these hostile armies drew near, one night,
And pitched their tents on two hill-sides green,
With only the brow of a hill between.
With the first red beams of the morning light
Both knew would open the awful fight,
And one of the armies lay hushed and still,
And slept in the tents on the green side-hill.
Heart beat with heart: and they all were as one
In the thought of the battle to be begun
With the first bright glance of the morning sun.
Their aim was ignoble, their cause was wrong,
But they were
united
, and so they were strong.
Not so the army just over the hill:
While the ranks of the foe were hushed and still,
The ranks of the
Right
were torn with strife,
And with noise and confusion the air was rife.
Disputes and quarrels, dissensions and jars,
And the sound of fighting, and civil wars;
And, ere the morning, brother and brother,
Instead of the enemy, fought with each other.
Over the hill, the foe, in glee,
Listened and laughed. 'Ho ho!' quoth he.
'There is strife in the enemy's ranks, I see,
And the bright red beams of the rising sun
Will see a victory easily won.
It matters little how strong the foe,
This is a truth we all do know:
There is no success without unity,
However noble the cause may be.
The day is ours before it's begun.
Ho! for the triumph so easily won.'
And on the morrow, the ranks of the Right
Were routed and beaten, and put to flight,
And the Wrong was the victor, and gained the fight.
There are two armies abroad to-day,
As in the age that has passed away.
The makers, and venders, and patrons, and all
Who aid in the traffic of Alcohol,
These are the warriors, bold and strong,
Who swell the ranks of the army of Wrong.
And we are the soldiers, true and brave,
Who are striving with heart and hand to save
The youths of our land from the deep, dark grave
That the foe is digging by day and by night.
Only
one thing
can defeat the Right.
There is nothing but triumph for us, unless
Dissension
, that crafty foe to success,
Creeps into our ranks. Oh! let us
unite
!
Let heart beat with heart as we enter the fight;
Let the whole mighty army be
one
for the time,
And sweep on the foe in a column sublime
In its unity, earnestness, oneness, and might,
Till the foe stands aghast at the wonderful sight,
Till the enemy cowers and shivers, afraid
Of the awful approach of the grand cavalcade.
Close up the ranks, brothers! sisters, draw near,
We are fighting one fight, we are all kinsmen here.
Closer, still closer! in nearness lies might.
Love is our watchword-on to the fight!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The mighty coward
He was called the king of zanga,
his physique so built he's glaring with danger.
He lost his banter, now frowning with fire
his eyes red and strong, he's glowing with anger.
He found great pleasure in oppressing the weak,
they tremble in fear, for he threatens to kill.
He was seen as a mighty warlord,
for he was good with the sword.
He goes all over impossing fear.
wherever he goes, he lives a sign of death.
His palace is filled with skulls
of those slain by his sword,
and he smiles with bliss after tasting their blood.
But soon after, his rulling days were ended
for he became a coward in the sight of death.
He lost courage at the battle field,
his hands trembling, losing his sword.
His mighty heart had fled,
his terror rage quenched.
He saw a warrior like beast and was scared
trying to run, his head was cut off from his neck.
Now the great terror is no more,
for hiss terror days was ended on the battle field.
The mighty warrioir died a mighty coward,
for his fear got him slain by that warrior like beast.
poem by Randy Micheal
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Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query
Where are the temperance people?
Well, scattered here and there:
Some gathering in their produce
To show at the autumn fair;
Some threshing wheat for market,
And others threshing rye,
That will go to the fat distiller
For whiskey by-and-by.
And some are selling their hop crops
At a first-rate price, this year,
And the seller pockets the money,
While the drunkard swallows the beer.
And some 'staunch temperance workers'(?)
Who'd do anything for the cause,
Save to give it a dime or a moment,
Or work for temperance laws,
May be seen from now to election,
Near any tavern stand
Where liquor flows in plenty,
With a voter on either hand.
And these temperance office-seekers
That we hear of far and near
Are the ones who furnish the money
That buys the lager-beer.
But these are only the black sheep
Who want the temperance name
Without living up to the precepts,
And so bring themselves to shame.
And the true, brave temperance people,
Who have the cause at heart,
Are doing the work that's nearest,
Each his allotted part:
Some lifting the fallen drunkard,
Some preaching unto men,
Some aiding the cause with money,
And others with the pen.
Each has a different mission,
Each works in a different way,
But their works shall melt together
In one grand result, some day.
And one, our chief (God bless him),
Is working day and night:
With his sword of burning eloquence,
He is fighting the noble fight.
Whether in lodge or convention,
Whether at home or abroad,
He is reaping a golden harvest
To lay at the feet of God.
Where are the temperance people?
All scattered here and there,
Sowing the seeds of righteous deeds,
That the harvest may be fair.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I Hear Music
Frank loesser / burton lane
I hear music
Mighty fine music
The murmur of a morning breeze up there
The rattle of the milkman on the stair
Sure thats music
Mighty fine music
The singing of a sparrow in the sky
The perking of the coffee right near by
Thats my favorite melody
You my angel, phoning me
I hear music
Mighty fine music
And anytime I think my world is wrong
I get me out of bed and sing this song
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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The Temperance Army
Come all ye friends, and citizens,
Where-ever you may be,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend will say to thee,
Although going to speak to you
I mean you all no harm,
Tho' I wish you'd join the army
Of the temperance reform.
Come join the glorious army
Of the temperance reform,
And every man that joins the ranks,
Will find it is no harm,
To wear Red Ribbon on his breast,
To show to this rare world,
There is one that joined the army
And his colors has unfurled.
Come all men in our nation,
Come join this happy band,
And make your homes an eden,
Throughout our happy land.
Your homes will then be happy,
Your friends will all be kind;
And in the domestic circle
True happiness will find.
Ah, from this temperance army,
Your feet shall never stray.
Your mind will then be balmy
If you keep the shining way.
Your paths are strewn with flowers,
And your homes are rosy light,
And God will watch the hours,
For He's ever on the right.
Come all ye merry happy lads,
And listen to my rhyme.
Don't be afraid to join the pledge
And let be the cursed wine.
Ah, lay the flowing bowl aside,
And pass saloons if you can,
And let the people see that you
Can be a sober man.
Go join the temperance army,
And battle for the right,
And fight against the enemy
With all your main and might.
For it is a glorious army
This temperance reform,
And the badge Red Ribbon
Will do you all no harm.
poem by Julia A Moore
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The Mighty
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
song performed by by Sting
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Neath The Shandy And The Light
Away with your poetry and sing a song instead to me, make it real of love and lust, can you perform or turn to dust? Have you ever felt the spice, when the women you love, can turn and smite, and do you know of that great pain, will if you can, then write again.
Be ashamed and write you cried, or am I talking to a man beside, a man so tough he cannot cry, but can write of shite, behind words and hide.
Have you walked out in the streets and cried to strangers you have yet to meet, or are your rhymes just in your mind, you wish for love and wish for time’s, a women’s scorn is an awful dread, I kid you not, you wish for death. For once they hate you and say to go, go sing your song to Allen Poe.
Men are weak and women strong go see it written by poet or in song, they destroy when lust has gone, find the Spartans, and hear their lonesome song.
Women are great and you know its true; they get rid of a fool, a fool like you, you think you own them with your mighty thrust, but the jokes on you, is love like lust?
A women hold’s you through the night, it’s pure and simple like morning light, but do we hold that cherished orb, or do we abscond to a distant whore, she may be a drink, or a horse to bet, the nights great heat we scorn obsessed, no real man will ever heed these lines, for men are men and lost in time.
When a women say’s you are the one, she will hold you and you know it’s done, her beating heart for you alone, will defend your weakness, defend your home, but if you let that beating heart, be alone each night and after dark, she will conjure and she shall plan, you shall cry alone and not be a man, until in the pub and with your brothers, shall say, don’t worry you will find another, and herein lays the path of men, who cry to mothers, moving in again.
poem by Fergus Michael Condron
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Cheer
It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
But better be living than dead;
A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
There's honey and may be some gall:
Yet still I declare, foul weather or fair,
It's a mighty good world after all.
For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,
My Kingdom's awaiting for me;
There's comfort and rest, and the warmth of your breast,
And little ones climbing my knee.
There's fire-light and song -- Oh, the world may be wrong!
Its empires may topple and fall:
My home is my care -- if gladness be there,
It's a mighty good world after all.
O heart of pure gold! I have made you a fold,
It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.
O little ones, rest! I have fashioned a nest;
Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.
For there's no foe like fear, and there's no friend like cheer,
And sunshine will flash at our call;
So crown Love as King, and let us all sing --
"It's a mighty good world after all."
poem by Robert William Service
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Beware The Pen
Raise your daggers raise your guns,
Rant and rave and burst your lungs
Chant on highest mountain top
Seal the roads make traffic stop
Shoot to kill as you think right
Blast with bombs in deep of night
Spread all rumours in your favour
Win each battle stop and savour
Preach to all converted lands
Shoot unless they show their hands
Send the soldiers brave and true
To do the dirty work for you
All things equal in your world
As long as it's your flag unfurled
Make your mark as you see wise
Grow your empire in the skies
Just one thing before you go
Something that you need to know
If but one pen is left to write
You may lose this fiercest fight
For pens the rank of soldiers swell
Such written words of courage tell
A victory cant be assured
The pen is mighty... not the sword.
poem by Dave James
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The Ships that Won't Go Down
We hear a great commotion
'Bout the ship that comes to grief,
That founders in mid-ocean,
Or is driven on a reef;
Because it's cheap and brittle
A score of sinners drown.
But we hear but mighty little
Of the ships that won't go down.
Here's honour to the builders –
The builders of the past;
Here's honour to the builders
That builded ships to last;
Here's honour to the captain,
And honour to the crew;
Here's double-column headlines
To the ships that battle through.
They make a great sensation
About famous men that fail,
That sink a world of chances
In the city morgue or gaol,
Who drink, or blow their brains out,
Because of "Fortune's frown".
But we hear far too little
Of the men who won't go down.
The world is full of trouble,
And the world is full of wrong,
But the heart of man is noble,
And the heart of man is strong!
They say the sea sings dirges,
But I would say to you
That the wild wave's song's a paean
For the men that battle through.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Today... 'The Arm Of The Lord
Your mighty holy arm has been laid bare
the salvation of the Lord to declare
and all the ends of the earth can now see
the great mercy that God has shown to me.
From the cross the Lord reaches out to man
for it was part of Gods salvation plan
to embrace all the world in His great love
with His arms outstretched in redeeming love.
Strong in battle and mighty is the Lord.
Nations tremble in great fear at His word.
For the Arm of the Lord has been revealed
and to Christ the powers of this world shall yield.
The Arm of the Lord frees from slavery
and has redeemed me from captivity.
It was not too short that it could not save
but reached out to me from beyond the grave.
And Your right arm embraces me in love
stretching from the heavenly throne above.
Underneath is Your everlasting arm
saving me from danger and all harm.
Held securely in the arms of the Lord
and trusting the promises of His Word.
'I'll never let you go', I hear You say
as arm in arm we walk along life's way.
I rest in the embrace of Christ my Lord
secure in the promises of His word.
Knowing that whatever happens to me
underneath the Arms of the Lord shall be.
Nothing is too hard for the Lord to do
only unbelief stops Him blessing you.
Come and feel the affection of His love
as He reaches down from heaven above.
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Let It Be Me
Sticks and stones
Battle zones
A single light bulb
On a single thread for the black
Sirens wail
History fails
Rose-colored glass
Begins to age and crack
While the politicians shadowbox
The power ring
In an endless split decision
Never solve anything
From a neighbors distant land
I heard the strain of the common man
Let it be me
(this is not a fighting song)
Let it be me
(not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me
If the world is night
Shine my life like a light
Well the world seems spent
And the president
Has no good idea
Of who the masses are
Well Im one of them
And Im among friends
Were trying to see beyond
The fences in our own backyards
Ive seen the kingdoms blow
Like ashes in the winds of change
But the power of truth
Is the fuel for the flame
So the darker the ages get
Theres a stronger beacon yet
Let it be me
(this is not a fighting song)
Let it be me
(not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me
If the world is night
Shine my life like a light
In the kind word you speak
In the turn of the cheek
When your vision stays clear
In the face of your fear
Then you see turning out a light switch
Is their only power
When we stand like spotlights
In a mighty tower
All for one and one for all
Then we sing the common call
Let it be me
(this is not a fighting song)
Let it be me
(not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me
If the world is night
Shine my life like a light
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Mighty Fine Blues
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Walk down any street
Pass the people you meet
What is it about this place that keeps you on your feet
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Night is coming down
Closer to the ground
Gonna have a little fun while I'm still around
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Don't believe the words they say to you when their soul's hurting
Don't believe a word they say about me because I'm feeling mighty fine
Think I gotta go
Think I'm gonna die
Oh my God somethings wrong
The end is coming near
because I'm
Feeling mighty fine
feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am, yes I am
song performed by by Eels
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The Spirit Of Poetry
All things are Hers. Concealed or manifest,
Found or unfound, Her Spirit lives in each—
Dumb till the Master-Soul its secret guessed
And gave its silence speech.
All things are Hers. She is the Crystal Queen
Of all men’s vision, and the moving breath
Which through the greyness of the sordid scene
Gloweth and quickeneth.
She is the flower-maid of the dreaming noon,
The goddess of the temple of the night;
Where the berg-turrets gleam beneath the moon
She builds Her throne of white.
She knows the Battle-Hymn of mighty wars
When wind and ocean thunder on the strand.
She knows the song the lonely river-bars
Sing to the listening land.
Armoured and helmeted and spurred for fight
She fires men’s hearts to right the bitter wrong;
Yet sits She weaving of a summer night
Flowers of a bridal song.
She gives the temper that has made men great
And fashioned heroes out of common clay,
And welded firm into a mighty State
The tribes of yesterday.
Youth’s radiant vision, and the dreamy dawn
Of the soft lovelight in a maiden’s eyes,
And holiest joys of motherhood, are drawn
By Her from Paradise.
She knows the Wheel-Song of the Stars that run
Their glittering courses through the blue abyss.
Ere the round earth fell flaming from the sun
Her spirit was, and is.
She is the Phoeix, ever making true
The dim tradition of the misty morn.
The crucible of science gives anew
Her fairy form re-born.
All things are Hers—but not with equal word
Dowers She the pilgrims of the sacred shrine.
Only the Great Interpreters have heard
Her melodies divine.
All things are Hers, and so to Her I bring
Songs of the dreams that haunt me on my way—
I who scarce hear the rustle of Her wing
Borne on the wind away!
poem by George Essex Evans
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The Beautiful Blue Danube
They drift down the hall together;
He smiles in her lifted eyes.
Like waves of that mighty river
The strains of the ‘Danube’ rise.
They float on its rhythmic measure,
Like leaves on a summer stream;
And here, in this scene of pleasure,
I bury my sweet dead dream.
Through the cloud of her dusky tresses,
Like a star, shines out her face;
And the form of his strong arm presses
Is sylph-like in its grace.
As a leaf on the bounding river
Is lost in the seething sea,
I know that for ever and ever
My dream is lost to me.
And still the viols are playing
That grand old wordless rhyme;
And still those two are swaying
In perfect tune and time.
If the great bassoons that mutter,
If the clarinets that blow,
Were given the chance to utter
The secret things they know.
Would the lists of the slain who slumber
On the Danube’s battle-plains
The unknown hosts outnumber
Who die ‘neath the ‘Danube’s’ strains?
Those fall where the cannons rattle,
‘Mid the rain of shot and shell;
But these, in a fiercer battle,
Find death in the music’s swell.
With the river’s roar of passion
Is blended the dying groan;
But here, in the halls of fashion,
Hearts break, and make no moan.
And the music, swelling and sweeping,
Like the river, knows it all;
But none are counting or keeping
The lists of those who fall.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Lonely Wind
When I'm needin' a friend I can talk to the wind
God I sure am glad that I found him
Sometimes he seems to be the only one beside me
Who can feel the Lord's breath all around him
Winter's cold frozen ice or a bright autumn day
On a warm summer night you can hear him say
Cry for me, sigh for me, sad breezes flow
Stay for me, play for me, the song my friends will know
My lonely wind must blow
Mighty friend that is mine, can you give me a sign?
He'll leave nothing but only to hear him
I've seen the tall trees bend low when his mighty winds blow
And that's all the more reason I fear him
Hear him call for the earth lonely I can feel his great pain
But on the eve of this day
I'll join in his refrain
When I'm needing a friend I'll remember the wind
And my life here with the breezes of sorrow
I'll be leaving him soon 'cause I've got to make room
For the lonely that will find him tomorrow
On a black stormy night in your bosom I'll cling
And I'll know I've found love and the last song we'll sing
song performed by by Kansas
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High And Mighty
Intro:
He is high and mighty
He is high and mighty
He is there and ever waiting
Reaching out to you and me
1st chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power
Mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is there with the answers
Let us lift him up
God loves you, did you know that?
Ain't it good to know he cares
If you're burdened down with troubles
Just go to him in prayer
Say god, i'm just a seeker
I'm empty, scared and lost
Then lay your burdens down
At the foot of the cross
He said ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall set you free
He will guide and lead you
And fulfill every need
Nothing is impossible
If you have faith enough
So if you've lost direction
Stop and just look up
2nd chorus:
'cause he is high and mighty
Ooh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is life everlasting
Let us lift him up
Interlude:
High and mighty
He is high and mighty
I believe, i do believe
That his love has set me free
I believe, i believe, i believe
3rd chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and he's mighty
It's a wonderful feeling
Let us lift him up
He said if i be lifted up
He said if i be lifted up
What did he say?
He said if i be lifted up
I'll draw all the men unto me
Let's lift him higher, higher
Higher and higher each day
Let's lift him up
'cause he is high and he's mighty
And he has washed my sins away
'cause he's high and he's mighty
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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King Kong Song
Well I was looking at a movie on the tv last night
Then I had a very funny notion, yeah
I really had to write a song about it
Then Im gonna sing it in my rockn roll band
And I bet that people gonna like it, yeah
I know that everybodys gonna shout it
About a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
Now we can make the jungle out of any old place
We can make gorillas out of people, yeah
Well who can tell a monkey from a monkey?
So people get together, gonna have a good time
Everybody listen to the music, yeah
the song were gonna sing is kinda funky
So let your arms hang down
And waddle all around
Like a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
About a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
song performed by by ABBA
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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High & Mighty
Intro:
He is high and mighty
He is high and mighty
He is there and ever waiting
Reaching out to you and me
1st chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power
Mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is there with the answers
Let us lift him up
God loves you, did you know that?
Aint it good to know he cares
If youre burdened down with troubles
Just go to him in prayer
Say god, Im just a seeker
Im empty, scared and lost
Then lay your burdens down
At the foot of the cross
He said ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall set you free
He will guide and lead you
And fulfill every need
Nothing is impossible
If you have faith enough
So if youve lost direction
Stop and just look up
2nd chorus:
cause he is high and mighty
Ooh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is life everlasting
Let us lift him up
Interlude:
High and mighty
He is high and mighty
I believe, I do believe
That his love has set me free
I believe, I believe, I believe
3rd chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and hes mighty
Its a wonderful feeling
Let us lift him up
He said if I be lifted up
He said if I be lifted up
What did he say?
He said if I be lifted up
Ill draw all the men unto me
Lets lift him higher, higher
Higher and higher each day
Lets lift him up
cause he is high and hes mighty
And he has washed my sins away
cause hes high and hes mighty
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Mighty Love
Once there was a boy and girl
Boy said I love you so
Girl said Ill never leave you
They grew older and left each other
cause thats the way love goes
Then theres a time
Seems like youll never find
Someone willing to love you
Keep on looking youll soon discover
A mighty love
Can sometimes make a weak man moan
Said a mighty love
You sit all day by the telephone
cause youre all alone
You need a mighty love
Some say that youre sure to find
True love and piece of mind
At the end of the rainbow
Theres no sign in the sky to follow
cause thats the way love goes
And so theres a rhyme
That says life will soon be fine
Love is just what you make it
Keep on loving, youll soon discover
A mighty love
Can sometimes make a weak man strong
A mighty love
Can sometimes make a rich man weep
And knock him off his feet
To have a mighty love
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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