All creatures of our God and King. Lift up your voice and with us sing. Alleluia! Alleluia!. . Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,. Ye lights of evening, find a voice!.
I view life from the top. Always believing. In dreams inside my heart that I was reaching. When I wished upon a star a pot of gold was never far always.
The night bird is dyin' and baby, there's no denyin'. Too far gone to escape, to pull myself free. Now, I'm tryin', tryin' hard to get back. How I'm dyin', tryin' hard to get back.