I'm recalling times when I was small, in light and free jubilee days, Old folks praying everybody swaying, Loudly, I chanted my praise. How I sang about the Judgement morn, And of Gabriel tooting on his horn. In that sunny land of milk and honey, I had no complaints, While I thought of Saints So I say to all who feel forlorn: Sing "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" and you'll shoo the blues away: When cares pursue you, "Hallelujah!" Gets you through the darkest day. Satan lies awaiting and creating skies of grey, But "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" Helps to shoo the clouds away.