Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Final Day , by - Phil Keaggy. Song from the album Find Me In These Fields, in the genre Release date: 19.06.1990
Record label: Word
Song language: English
Final Day |
| There’s a thing they say in our town |
| If it happens once it’ll come around again |
| Never in the same place, again |
| Never with the same face, again |
| Can you feel the movement like an earthquake |
| And the heavens tremble |
| As we do the shake again |
| Never get the message, again |
| We memorize the passage, listen |
| Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud |
| Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd |
| Let the people know, put it in a song |
| Here comes the final day and it won’t be long |
| Wake up, get up, stand up, catch up again |
| Writing’s on the wall, again |
| Can you hear the call, listen |
| Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud |
| Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd |
| Let the people know, put it in a song |
| Here comes the final day and it won’t be long |