Celtic Thunder Heritage - «A Place in the Choir»

Connect with Celtic Thunder: A Place In The Choir (Group) All God's creatures got a place in the choir, Some sing low and some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got. All God's creatures got a place in the choir, Some sing low and some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got. Listen to the top with the little birds singing, And the melodies and the high notes ringing, And the hoot-owl cries over everything, And the blackbird disagrees. Singing in the night time singing in the day, And the little duck quacks and he's on his way, And the otter hasn't got much to say, And the porcupine talks to himself. All God's creatures got a place in the choir, Some sing low and some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got. The dogs and the cats, they take up the middle, Where the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles, The donkey brays and the pony neighs, And the old gray badger sighs. Well listen to the bass its the one on the bottom, Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus, moans and groans with a big to do, And the old cow just goes moo. All God's creatures got a place in the choir, Some sing low and some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got. Its a simple song living song everywhere...