Lord and Master,
I'll sing a song to you,
On the ten-string lyre
I'll make music, music, music.
Lord and Master,
Let your thoughts fall like rain
And just like showers, on new grass,
New grass, showers, on new grass.
We'll play for you with harps and trumpets,
We'll sing some psalms in praise of you,
We'll play for you with flutes and cymbals,
We'll sing some psalms in praise of you.
Lord and Master,
I'll sing a song to you,
On the ten-string lyre, I'll sing praises,
Praises, praises to you
Lord and Master,
Let your words descend like dew
And just like droplets
On tender leaves, tender leaves,
Tender, tender leaves.
We'll play for you with harps and trumpets,
We'll sing some psalms in praise of you,
We'll play for you with flutes and cymbals,
We'll sing some psalms in praise of you.
I'll make music,
I shall make new music,
I shall make music, music for you!

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