Tree Of Life lyrics - Notes That Money Can't Buy

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    Notes That Money Can’t Buy         

     

    I am the Lord’s song, He sings me

    He opens His mouth and I am free

    Every note, sweet liberty

    Trembling the sky to the bottom of the sea

    I am the Lord’s song, He sings me

     

    I am the Lord’s song, finely sung

    A bell of golden, shining in the sun

    Never old and never young

    With holy throat and holy tongue

    I am the Lord’s song, finely sung

     

    This melody that ends all strife

    This blessed song is a fountain of life

    It cuts through lies like the blade of a knife

     

    The notes they dance and the colors fly

    And beauty rolls across the sky

    Our Father is singin’ notes that money can’t buy

     

    We are the Lord’s song, played with might

    With joy and glee fly, like a leaping kite

    With booming sounds that crash above all height

    Like raining stars in immortal night

    We are the Lord’s song, played with might

     

    I am the Lord’s song, I don’t care what they say

    He sings the earth beneath my feet every single day

    He is the Soul, the blood, the shining way

    The melody of His mouth will not be taken away

    I am the Lord’s song, and I’m here to stay

     

    © 2009 Alex Cook