From a run-down cathedral that stood on the edge of the city

On sundays came a sound I will always recall

It was sweet and complete

And it flowed through this cold-hearted city

And it sends me a heavenly shiver to think of it now ...



Come hear the voices of San Pedro's children ...

Fill the air - oh-oh oh-oh ...

Joining hands and voices for the world to share ...



And how the cathedral would ring ...

When San Pedro's children would sing ...

You'd hear them going ...

La la la la

La la la la la ...



";Vaya con dios, mi amigo, en las noches felices";

I could not understand, but the message I found

'cause the heavens seemed to translate

The words they were singing

And I know that somewhere an angel is writing it down



Come hear the voices of San Pedro's children ...

Fill the air - oh-oh oh-oh ...

Joining hands and voices

For the world to share ...



And how the cathedral would ring ...

When San Pedro's children would sing ...

You'd hear them going ...

La la la la

La la la la la ...



Time presses on and they tore down that run-down cathedral

Never will the joy ring so clear through the town

But on sundays if you stand very still ...

As the sun's coming over the hill ...



I swear ...

Sweet Lord ...

I hear them goin' ...



La la la la la ...

La la la la la ...

La la la la la ...



Come hear the ...

Come hear the ...



Voices of San Pedro's children ...

Fill the air - oh-oh oh-oh ...

Joining hands and voices

For the world to share ... - oh-oh oh-oh ...



La la-la la la la la la la la-la ...

La la-la la la la la la la la-la ...

La la-la la la la la