All God's creatures * got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now.
Listen to the top where the little birds sings
On the melodies with the high notes ringing
And the hoot owl cries over everything
And the blackbird disagrees.
Singin' in the night time, singin' in the day,
And the little duck quacks and he's on his way,
And the otter hasn't got much to say
And the porcupine talks to himself .
All God's creatures got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now.
Dogs and the cats, they take up the middle
While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles,
The donkey brays and the pony neighs
And the old grey badger sighs.
Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom
Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big to do,
And the old cow just goes "Moo."
All God's creatures got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now.
It's a simple song of livin' sung everywhere
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear,
The dopey alligator and the the hawk above,
The sly old weasel and the turtle dove.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now. (3x)
All God's creatures got a place in the choir!