Princess Leia (From "Star Wars") - Charles Gerhardt & National Philharmonic Orchestra

I got off the plane and turned my phone on So I could read what you sent me when I was Thirty thousand feet above the ground that you were standing on, next I smoked a cigarette and started thinking Of all the crazy things that happen flying Like when Princess Leia died I was also in the sky, well How can I be sure I'm still alive? (I'm not) Maybe I died when Carrie Fisher died (Death is) Served just like it was a soda (Coca-Cola) Didn't even want it, but it's complimentary Too bad I'm gone and I won't ever see you again Gone and I won't ever see you again I thought we, we were higher, higher Pilot on the runway told us we'd been Flying with the body of a man who's Never coming back, but I guess he's coming home, next Carried like a suitcase covered in stars Funny kind of blanket for a cold heart Like he's going to bed, but he's never waking up, well How can I be sure I'm still alive? (I'm not) Maybe I died when Carrie Fisher died (Death is) Served just like it was a soda (Coca-Cola) Didn't even want it, but it's complimentary Too bad I'm gone and I won't ever see you again Gone and I won't ever see you again I thought we, we were higher, higher (Coming down, coming down) Higher, we were higher (Coming down, coming down) Higher, higher (Coming down, coming down)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free; While God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.