London Festival Chorus - Blow, Gabriel Blow Lyrics

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Blow, Gabriel Blow

Blow, Gabriel Blow Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Blow, Gabriel Blow By London Festival Chorus?
Blow Gabriel blow
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp But now I'm willin' to trim my lamp1 So blow, Gabriel, blow I was low, Gabriel, low Mighty low, Gabriel, low But now, since I have seen the light I'm good by day and I'm good by night So blow, Gabriel, blow Once I was cited for hell Once I was headed foe hell But when I got to Satan's door I heard you blowin' on your horn once more so I said, "Satan, farewell!" And now I'm all ready to fly Yes, to fly higher and higher and higher 'Cause I've gone through that brimstone and fire And I've purged my soul and my heart too So climb up to the mountain top So start to blow, Gabriel, blow Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow I want to join your happy band And play all day in the promised land So blow, Gabriel, blow And now I'm all ready to fly Yes, to fly higher and higher and higher 'Cause I've gone through that brimstone and fire And I've purged my soul and my heart too So climb up to the mountain top So start to blow, Gabriel, blow Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow I want to join your happy band And play all day in the promised land So blow, Gabriel, blow |
Who Wrote Blow, Gabriel Blow By London Festival Chorus?
Cole Porter
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What's The Duration Of The Blow, Gabriel Blow By London Festival Chorus?The duration of Blow, Gabriel Blow is 3:09 minutes and seconds. |
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