I'll shed a feather for the lord
And I'll blow the trumpet on the shore
Just like the birds do in the morn
I'll be a savior, and I'll be yours

You'll be a diamond in the sand
And all of the finders will clap their hands
Glory abounds us, we found dry land
And all of us finders will clap our hands
And all of us finders will clap our hands
And all of us finders will clap our hands


Lyrics submitted by smileforthecamera

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