Glue - Page France

Oh dear soul, we gather in the wind

Clap your hands, it’s all just like they said

And how good it is to be with you again

Clap your hands, it’s better than they said

Oh dear soul, we’re caught up in the trees

Look at me and tell me what you see

Praise to you, praise to me

Oh dear soul, you blow just like the leaves

And they glued us in forever

Just like they said they’d do

So we will stick together

Praise to me, praise to you

Oh dear soul, I owe you to the breeze

Take my hand, there between your teeth

And hold on hard, you don’t need to speak

Praise to you, for giving praise to weak

Praise to you, for giving praise to weak

Praise to you, for giving praise to weak

Praise to you, for giving praise to weak

Praise to you, for giving praise to weak