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.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI