I LAUGH, I PRAY, I SING, I DANCE
I laugh, I pray, I sing, I dance,
And if the Father hears perchance
The accent of my melody so faint,
I shall be turned into the likeness of a saint.
And have my name writ in the book
Where all the world may come and look.
And say her song was heard,
For she meekly piped her roundelay like some woodland bird.
And if the Father hears perchance
The accent of my melody so faint,
I shall be turned into the likeness of a saint.
And have my name writ in the book
Where all the world may come and look.
And say her song was heard,
For she meekly piped her roundelay like some woodland bird.
I laugh, I pray, I sing, I dance.
Who can wake me from this trance?
It is not a trance, it is the Truth
That holds me by the hand forsooth,
And leads me to the Golden Gate
Of Love, who is ever there to wait
The entrance of the angel band
Who have not let go the Father's hand.
Who can wake me from this trance?
It is not a trance, it is the Truth
That holds me by the hand forsooth,
And leads me to the Golden Gate
Of Love, who is ever there to wait
The entrance of the angel band
Who have not let go the Father's hand.