All Of Us Letra

Her young voice

My sad voice

All of us in the background

Your clear voice

Her young voice

My sad voice

This old guitar turned me on

When I needed a new song

It found me out in the hall waiting my turn

Waiting to sing for a dozen dreams

Waiting to sing for all of us

For those who have ears to hear

For all of us the call is clear

In the mirror

In the background

The last sound was the Word

All of us in the old house

Your cotton shirt

Her twirling dress

My dusty skirt

This long road calls me home

Where will we settle down?

Circle the wagons. Husband and wives

Lift up your voices, children, sing-

While your mother plucks the strings

Lift up your voices, children, sing-

Before God the judgment brings

In the mirror

In the background

In the old house

The last sound

Was a Rising

Oh, oh, Lord