Lyrics:
on that day they called my name
I took a breath and then I prayed
Oh, how I wanna sing with the angels
When the saints do their parade
I talked to God
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Yes when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go marching
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Yes when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go marching
Oh, when the saints, go marching in,
Yes when the saints go marching in.
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
The saints all hang their heads
The avenue is long
They're muffling their voices
In the cold breaking dawn
The saints are in their element
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Well children by and by when the morning comes
All the saints of God together they come
We will tell the story how the Lord will come
And we'll
Oh, when the saints, go marching in,
Yes when the saints go marching in.
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Yes when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go marching
matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the saints
One day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Red line, tripping
matter what you think, we're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the saints, one day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Red line
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
jambots
With gymnastic ultralistic flips An sweet nectar
Will never let you realise Jack and Jill big disguise From Jabaru
Ladies and gentlemen
This is
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh, ooh
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
Ooh-ooh, merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh-ooh
Well, way up north where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
Oh, when the saints, go marching in,
Yes when the saints go marching in.
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh, ooh
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
[Chorus]
Well when the saints go marchin' in
Well when the saints go marchin in
Oh lord i want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin'
on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick (I)
I won't even stay awake
To hear those magic
to do our best
But we'll understand it better by and by
By and by, oh, when the morning comes
(They say that all) all the saints of God together
Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis
Oh, do you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer
Life is but
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