Whenever God shines his light on me Opens up my eyes so I can see When I look up in the darkest night Then I know everything's going to be alright In deep confusion, in great despair When I reach out for him, he is there When I am lonely as I can be I know that God shines his light on me Reach out for him, he'll be there With him your troubles you can share If you live the life you love You get the blessing from above He heals the sick and he heals the lame Says you can do it too in Jesus name He'll lift you up and he turns you around And he puts your feet back on higher ground Reach out for him, he'll be there With him your troubles you can share You can use his higher power In every day and any hour He heals the sick and he heals the lame And he says you can heal them too in Jesus name He'll lift you up and he turns you around Puts your feet back on higher ground When he shines his light Whenever God shines his light On you, on you He is the way He is the truth He is the light Oh Put your feet back, put your feet back On higher ground, put your feet back Higher ground Put your feet back, put your feet back On higher ground, put your feet back On higher ground Put your feet back, put your feet back On higher ground, put your feet back Oh, on higher ground Put your feet back, put your feet back On higher ground, put your feet back On higher ground Put your feet back, put your feet back On higher ground, put your feet back Put your feet on higher ground Put your feet back, put your feet back On higher ground, put your feet back

Whenever God Shines his light on me He opens up my eyes so I can see And when I look up In the darkest night I know everything will work alright In deep confusion, in deep despair When I reach out for him he will be there When I am lonely as I can be I know that God Shine a light on me Reach out for help, he'll be there Depend your troubles you can share Reach out for love when you're in need He can take on He heals the sick and heals the lame He taught you can heal too in Christ's name He'll lift you up to the higher ground And he'll put your feet back right on Nanananaaanananannnaaanannnannnannaoooannnna Reach out for him, he'll be there with you Your troubles he'll share "Yeah" Reach out and you'll find everything is within you, higher man Lifts you up, turns you around Put you back on higher ground He'll get you blessings from above, yeeaahh He'll built your life 'cause God is love Nananannnanannnanannannnannnannnananannanannannnannannannannnanannnanannnnanna

Imma fuck her and her buddy Cup that i'm sippin is muddy Run off on me boy you lucky Pull up on you like some huggies I'm having exotic you know it The pack that i'm smokin is musty Run up on me We can do it all day n nite Just like kid cudi Feds did a sweep in the spot I was whippin then I broke the pot I just hit for bout a band Now I'm finna go get it out I'm havin the drip and you know it Yeah I'm lookin just like a mop Catch me a opp imma pop Yeah you know Imma spin on his block Aye aye aye aye just like I'm tle cinco Ridin around with 3 sticks Yeah I call em the migos Nobody runnin off on me So you cannot see those Smokin this dope got me up I be high like a eagle I just got a check And I'm finna head Straight to the bank Ain talking degrassi But I just got me a new drake Run up get put on a plate And you know you get ate Chopper gone knock off his noggin So he cannot think Trap star yeah I'm Moving the pack from ohio Just like I'm offset I got the trap in my bio I'm rocking the skinnies My pockets be fat like a rhino I'm having green Like I'm the spokesperson for geico Pussy niggas make the trap hot You cannot come to the trap spot Pull up and get hit with a tec But no not a laptop No hesi We cross you up But we not playing no blacktop Just hit a lil jugg on a mexican plug Yeah I hit the jackpot When I get the cash imma blow it Yeah I'm having racks And you know it Got so much exotic I might as well gone head and grow it This shit that I'm saying so fye That you prolly Think somebody wrote it But the shit that I say It come straight from the brain So you might as well note it Nigga keep talking This stick gone flip him like a spatula Counting up all of these bands You can say that I'm dracula You know that I got it I'm living like just like a bachelor That boy hesitant with the glock So you know he a amateur Imma fuck her and her buddy Cup that i'm sippin is muddy Run off on me boy you lucky Pull up on you like some huggies I'm having exotic you know it The pack that i'm smokin is musty Run up on me We can do it all day n nite Just like kid cudi Feds did a sweep in the spot I was whippin then I broke the pot I just hit for bout a band Now I'm finna go get it out I'm havin the drip and you know it Yeah I'm lookin just like a mop Catch me a opp imma pop Yeah you know Imma spin on his block

Take me back, take me way, way, way back On Hyndford Street Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven On long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence And carried on dreaming, in God And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line On sunny summer afternoons Picking apples from the side of the tracks That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings And meeting down by the pylons Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp Going out to Holywood on the bus And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream In the days before rock 'n' roll Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade Orangefield, St. Donard's Church Sunday six-bells, and in between the silence there was conversation And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night And jazz and blues records during the day Also Debussy on the third programme Early mornings when contemplation was best Going up the Castlereagh hills And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside With a sense of everlasting life And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac Over and over again And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River And it's always being now, and it's always being now It's always now Can you feel the silence? On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence At half past eleven on long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence And carried on dreaming in God