Sing Hallelujah, Hallelujah. And you'll shoo the blues away. Cares pursue ya, Hallelujah!. Gets you through the darkest day. . Satan lies a-waitin'. And creatin' skies of gray.
We sang Hallelujah, has it stopped raining?. Though the priest had stopped believing a long ago. And his companion began to a laugh at the irony o' that.