I'm recalling times when I was small, in light and free jubilee days
Old folks praying everybody swaying
Loudly, I chanted my praise
How I sang about the Judgement morn
And of Gabriel tooting on his horn
In that sunny land of milk and honey
I had no complaints
While I thought of Saints
So I say to all who feel forlorn:
Sing "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" and you'll shoo the blues away:
When cares pursue you, "Hallelujah!"
Gets you through the darkest day
Satan lies awaiting and creating skies of grey
But "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
Helps to shoo the clouds away