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