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 Judgment 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