Make a joyful noise to the Lord all the earth
Make a joyful noise to the lord all the earth
The flowers of the field are cry'n to be heard
The trees of the forest are singing
And all of the mountains with one voice
Are joining in the chorus of this world
And I will not be silent
I will not be quiet anymore
Running through the forest dive into the lake
Bare feet on beaces white
Standing in the canyon
Painted hills around and the wind against my skin
Every ocean ever sea every river every stream
Every mountain every tree every blade of glass will sing
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