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