What a glorious time it was,
To be singing once more,
Singing with others.
Music is my life,
Singing is part of it
But after such a long time
Not being able to sing
The joy was still there,
The joy of producing music
Through our voices
For others to hear.
There we were in the church,
Just six of us,
But the organ sounded
And our voices burst out of our hearts
Singing to the world once more.
Comes the day,
Comes the day soon
When all the choir will sing
And the beauty of music
Will sail from our voices
Into the ether forever.