Текст Randy Newman – How Great Our Lord

Angels
He isn’t in the garden
Nor on the golden stair
We searched beside the campground

You know He’s very busy
For he listens to every prayer
Almost every prayer
Almost, almost

When He’s gone, we miss him
We miss our Lord

The Lord enters.

Whoa Lord
Whoa

Lord
Sorry ladies, to make you wait
There’s a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate
They asked permission to come on board
A
What’d you do Lord?
L
I had ’em put out with the trash
Sing it!

A
Whoa Lord!
How great our Lord
Whoa Lord!
How great!
H ow great our Lord

L

Angel
We don’t know Lord

L
Why does the bird, fly through the sky
Why does the apple fall?
Angels
We don’t know.

L
Folks up here, they ask me why
Things go so badly down below
I tell them when they ask me why
I really do not know

Angel
But you do know, don’t you Lord?

L
‘Course I do! Sing it!

Angels
Whoa Lord!
H ow great our Lord.
L
Sing it ladies!
A
Oh Lord!
How great!
So great
So great
Whoa Lord!
How great our Lord
Whoa Lord!
How great our Lord