d. fritz, o. thornton, s. turner)



Sounds of cymbals, harp and lyre

Sounds of timbral, song and dance



Let everything with breath praise

And I won't put my fingers on it



-CHORUS-

David played his blessed harp

And danced violently

I'll blessedly scream

I don't know how to dance

I don't know how to sing

But I'll scream, blessedly scream



Sounds of giants fill the land

If I don't play my part, trees and rocks can



Let everything with breath praise

And I won't put my fingers on it



(repeat CHORUS)



Let everything with breath praise

And I won't put my fingers on it

Let everything with breath praise

And I won't put my fingers on it