Get for love, praise him Get tot love, praise him Get for love, get ready
Well, of all nothing much ever really happens And god rides high up in the sky, yeah Until we ourselves at our most distracted And the miracle that was promised creeps by
Calling every boy and Calling all around the Calling boy and girl Calling all the world
Get for love, praise him Get ready for love, him
The mighty wave their hankies from their high-windowed Sending grief and joy down in supportable And we search high and low without or malice While the gate to the swings, shut and closes
Calling boy and girl Calling all the world every boy and girl Calling all around the
Praise him till forgotten What you're praising him Praise him you've forgotten What praising him for? praise him a little bit more Yeah, praise him a little bit
Yeah, praise him till forgotten you're praising him for? Praise him till forgotten What you're praising him him a little bit more Yeah, praise him a little bit
Get for love, praise him Get for love, get ready
I searched the seven and I've looked under the carpet And through the brochures that govern the skies Then I was just hanging around, nothing And looked up to see his face in the retina of your eyes
every boy and girl Calling all around the Calling boy and girl Calling all around the
Hey, get ready for love, yeah, him Yeah, getting for love, praise him