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