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DAYLIGHT



Thanks & praise
For our days
Neath the sun

Neath the stars

Neath the sky

As we go

This we know

God is nigh

WINTER

Day is done

Gone the sun

From the sea

From the hills

From the sky

All is well

Safely well

God is nigh

They are coming up the valley,

Coming up the valley

Coming up the valley one by one

Coming up the valley, coming up the valley

Coming to the rising of the sun



They are going down the valley

Going down the valley

Going down the valley one by one

Going down the valley, going down the valley

Going to the setting of the sun

My old Flivver

My old Flivver is my best friend
All you need to give her is a twist & a bend

She ain't worth a nickel

But I'll bet my jeans

She's brought a million dollar's worth

Of smiles to me

She needs new tyres for front & rear

The horn won't speak to the steering gear

She's a bit lopsided

And the lamps won't light

But outside that my Flivver's all right

Um tiddly um pom. Bleep! Bleep!

White coral bells

White coral bells upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk

Oh how I wish that I could hear them sing

That will only happen when the fairies sing

Who stole the cooky

Who stole the cooky from the cooky jar?
Not I stole the cooky from the cooky jar

Then who stole the cooky from the cooky jar?

___ stole the cooky from the cooky jar

etc

I've lost the doh of my clarinet

I've lost the doh of my clarinet
I've lost the doh of my clarinet

Should my mother ever hear of this

Should my mother ever hear of this

She would say, she would say

It's whip come along come whip come whip


(Carry on using all the notes of the scale)

God has created a new day

God has created a new day
Silver & green & gold
Live that the sun may find you

Worthy his gifts to hold

Lord let Thy light so shine

Lord let thy light so shine
On this waiting heart of mine

That I may be wholly Thine

Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham,

Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham

Rock-a-my soul on the bosom of Abraham

Oh rock-a my soul



Too high, you can't get over it

Too low, you can't get under it

Too wide, you can't get round of it

You've got to go through the door

The Guiding Trail

We're on the Guiding trail,
We're on the Guiding trail

Swinging as we go,

Guiding bound.

We're on the Guiding trail

We're on the Guiding trail

Singing, singing, everybody singing

Guiding bound

Cum by ya

Cum bi ya, my Lord
Cum bi ya

Cum bi ya my Lord

Cum bi ya

Cum bi ya my Lord

Cum bi ya

O Lord cum bi ya

.

Someone's crying Lord

Cum bi ya

Someone's crying Lord

Cum bi ya

Someone's crying Lord

Cum bi ya

Oh Lord cum bi ya

.

Someone's singing Lord

Cum bi ya

Someone's singing Lord

Cum bi ya

Someone's singing Lord

Cum bi ya

Oh Lord cum bi ya

You'll never go to heaven

Oh you'll never go to heaven
In an old Ford car
Cos an old Ford car
Won't get that far


CHORUS
Oh you'll never go to heaven
In an old Ford car
Cos an old Ford car
Won't get that far
I ain't agonna grieve my Lord
I aint agonna grieve my Lord
I aint agonna grieve my Lord no more


Oh you'll never go to heaven
In a limousine
Cos the Lord aint got no gasolene
etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven
In a Vampire jet
Cos the Lord ain't built no runways yet
etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven
On roller skates
Cos you'll roll right past those pearly gates
etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven

With a fit Girl Guide

Cos the Lord ain't built his gates that wide

etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven

In a Boy Scout's arms

Cos the Lord don't like those masculine charms

etc

Oh you'll never go to heaven

In a bathing suit

Cos the Lord don't like his angels cute

etc

I like the flowers

I like the flowers
I love the daffodils

I like the mountains

I love the rolling hills

I like the fireside when all the lights are low

Bum-di-ara, Bum-di-ara, Bum-di-ara boom

Little Johnny England

Little Johnny England
He went a-wandering

He went a-wandering all day long

He went a-wandering

Tossing up his pannikin

He went a-wandering all day long

I am the butcher

I am the baker

I am the candlestick-maker

I'm the linen draper

I am the broker

We're all the broker's men

Oh come & go with me (alleluia)
To my Father's house
To my Father's house
To my Father's house
Oh come & go with me
To my Father's house
Where there's peace, peace, peace

There's sweet communion there
In my Father's house
In my Father's house
In my Father's house
There's sweet communion there
In my Father's house
Where there's peace, peace, peace

There'll be no parting there
In my Father's house
In my Father's house
In my Father's house
There'll be no parting there
Where there's peace, peace, peace

I aint been to heaven
But I've been told
Hand me down the silver trumpet Gabriel
All the gates are pearl
And all the streets are gold
Hand me down the silver trumpet Lord

If religion were a thing
That money could buy
Hand me down the silver trumpet Gabriel
All the rich would live
And all the poor would die
Hand me down the silver trumpet Lord

If you want to go to heaven
Like anyone else
Hand me down the silver trumpet Gabriel
Just you treat your neighbour
As you treat yourself
Hand me down the silver trumpet Lord

CHORUS
Oh hand me down
(hand me down)
Hand me down the silver trumpet Gabriel
Oh hand me down
(Throw it down)
Any way
(to get it down)
Hand me down the silver trumpet Lord

Peace I ask of thee O river

Peace I ask of thee O river
Peace, peace, peace

When I learn to live serenely

Cares will cease

From the hills I gather courage

Vision of the joy to be

Strength to lead & faith to follow

All are given unto me

Peace I ask of thee O river

Peace, peace, peace

CHORUS
Do Lord,oh do Lord
Oh do remember me
Do Lord,oh do Lord
Oh do remember me
Do Lord,oh do Lord
Oh do remember me
Look away beyond the blue

I've got a home in glory land
That outshines the sun
I've got a home in glory land
That outshines the sun
I've got a home in glory land
That outshines the sun
Look away beyond the blue

CHORUS

In the beginning God created
Heaven & the earth
etc

CHORUS

I took Jesus for my saviour
You take him too
etc

CHORUS

I'll wear the long white robe
And you'll wear the crown
etc

CHORUS

Back of the bread is the mill
Back of the mill is the flour

And back of the flour is the sun & the rain

And the Father's will