A Place In The Choir Lyrics - Heritage - Celtic Thunder

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

Listen to the top where the little birds sing 

On the melodies with the high notes ringing, 

The hoot owl hollers over everything 

And the blackbird disagrees. 

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Singin' in the night time, singing in the day, 

The little duck quacks, then he's on his way. 

And the otter hasn't got much to say 

And the porcupine talks to himself 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

Dogs and the cats they take up the middle 

While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles, 

The donkey brays and the pony neighs 

And the old grey badger sighs. 

Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom 

Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus 

Moans and groans with a big t'do 

And the old cow just goes moo. 

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All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

It's a simple song of living sung everywhere 

By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear, 

The dopey alligator and the the hawk above, 

The sly old weasel and the turtle dove. 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

Listen to the top where the little birds sing 

On the melodies with the high notes ringing, 

The hoot owl hollers over everything 

And the blackbird disagrees. 

Singin' in the night time, singing in the day, 

The little duck quacks, then he's on his way. 

And the otter hasn't got much to say 

And the porcupine talks to himself 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

Dogs and the cats they take up the middle 

While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles, 

The donkey brays and the pony neighs 

And the old grey badger sighs. 

Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom 

Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus 

Moans and groans with a big t'do 

And the old cow just goes moo. 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

It's a simple song of living sung everywhere 

By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear, 

The dopey alligator and the the hawk above, 

The sly old weasel and the turtle dove. 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir 

Some sing low, some sing higher, 

Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, 

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they 

got now 

All God's creatures got a place in the choir