♪
Sunday morning in the summertime ♪
♪ Over worship we heard this chime ♪
♪ Over mountains, valleys deep ♪
♪ Those bells were ringing around our feet ♪
♪ Come
take this warning cried the priest ♪
♪ All but herlers are the devil's feast ♪
♪ And he will curse you where you stand ♪
♪ Mark his circle upon our land,
oh hurl the boys ♪
♪ Come on, make your choice ♪
♪ And he said, oh you hurl the boys ♪
♪ Come on, make your choice,
where you stand ♪
♪ Where
you stand ♪
♪ Bold
and brave and strong we ran the day ♪
♪ So thunder rolled in with silver rain ♪
♪ Threw our fingers down our backs ♪
♪ Curses rising and we were trapped,
oh hurl the boys ♪
♪ Come on, make your choice ♪
♪ He said, oh you hurl the boys ♪
♪ Come on, make your choice,
where you stand ♪
♪ Where
you stand ♪
♪ Tall, street and stubborn we face the sky ♪
♪ That lightning pierced us,
our voices cried out ♪
♪ Body silver, our hearts of stone ♪
♪ We make no shadows,
we stand alone,
oh hurl the boys ♪
♪ And he said, oh you hurl the boys,
come on make your choice ♪
♪ He said,
oh you hurl the boys,
come on make your choice ♪
♪ He said,
oh you hurl the boys,
come on make your choice,
where you stand ♪
When you stand tall