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.
Roseville Fair. by Bill Staines. Oh, the night was clear,. And the stars were a-shinin'.. The moon came up so quiet in the sky.. All the people gathered 'round,.
A PLACE IN THE CHOIR. All God's critters 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.
There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel. Shadows growin' longer now, nippin' at my heels. I know that soon that old four-lane that runs beneath my wheels.
All God's critters 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.