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They fly through the night in the dark and the cold
Their wings shined with Brasso to make them look gold
They never get sick and they never get old
And they sing for the joy of the singing.
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The Choir director is old Sergeant Bob
When he blew into judgment God gave him a job
Saying, "Make something strac of this heavenly mob,
And they'll sing for the joy of the singing."
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They sing of the beauty of each human face
They sing of their hopes for the whole human race
They might do "We gotta get out of this place"
And they sing for the joy of the singing.
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Sometimes they sing for the bums in the street
Hospital wards where the men have no feet
That's when the music sounds the most sweet
And they sing for the joy of the singing.
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Maybe you'll hear them and then maybe not
You must hear with your heart or whatever you've got
They cannot be begged and they cannot be bought
And they sing for the joy of the singing.
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