| My poor heart was heavy
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| My poor heart was stone
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| Then I heard them — they were angels
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| And they were singing: 'you're not alone.'
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| 'There is a peace
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| You’ve never known.'
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| I could hear trumpets
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| I could hear them blow
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| Then the angels summoned chariots
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| The angels told them
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| 'swing, swing low'
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| The angels told them
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| 'swing, swing low'
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, away from danger
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, towards the light
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, away from danger
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry him home tonight
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| If your heart is heavy
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| If your heart is stone
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| May you hear them — they are angels
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| They may be singing about a throne
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| About a peace, in the never-known
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, away from danger
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, towards the light
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, away from danger
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry him home tonight
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, away from danger
|
| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, towards the light
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry this boy, away from danger
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| Sweet gospel music
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| Carry him home tonight |