Introduction to Singing

Just want to point out, in no way do I consider myself a singing. I will never be appearing on X-Factor or any of those other talent show.

When I was in primary school, the whole school would assemble in one of the halls. At the end of these assembles we would unusually sing a song. I have listed the ones that I can remember below with the lyrics.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Lord of the Dance

I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon & the Stars & the Sun
I came down from Heaven & I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth:

Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!
(…lead you all in the Dance, said He!)

I danced for the scribe & the pharisee
But they would not dance & they wouldn’t follow me
I danced for fishermen, for James & John
They came with me & the Dance went on:

I danced on the Sabbath & I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame!
They whipped & they stripped & they hung me high
And they left me there on a cross to die!

I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body & they thought I’d gone
But I am the Dance & I still go on!

They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the Life that’ll never, never die!
I’ll live in you if you’ll live in Me -
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!

Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He!
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!

Cauliflowers Fluffy

Cauliflowers fluffy and cabbages green, Strawberries sweeter than any I’ve seen. Beetroot purple and onions white,
All grow steadily day and night.
The apples are ripe, and the plums are red,
The broadbeans are sleeping in the blankety bed.
Blackberries are juicy and rhubarb sour, Marrows fatt’ning, hour by hour. Gooseberries hairy and lettuces fat, Radishes round and runner beans flat.
The apples are ripe, and the plums are red,
The broadbeans are sleeping in the blankety bed.
Orangey carrots and turnips cream, Reddening tomatoes that used to be green. Brown potatoes in little heaps,
Down in the darkness where the celery sleeps.
The apples are ripe, and the plums are red,
The broadbeans are sleeping in the blankety bed, yeah!

He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands, He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands, He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the sun and the moon in his hands, He’s got the sun and the moon in his hands, He’s got the sun and the moon in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got ev’rybody here in his hands, He’s got ev’rybody here in his hands, He’s got ev’rybody here in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.

Lets Go Fly a Kite

With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You’re a bird in a flight
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh!
Let’s go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let’s go fly a kite!

When you send it flyin’ up there
All at once you’re lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze
Over ‘ouses and trees
With your first ‘olding tight
To the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh!
Let’s go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Let’s go fly a kite!

Did you sing any songs while in school?

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