court Round which upholstered lizards sold Visions to their leaden flock Of rainbows' ends and gold. Now tales prince rupert's peacock brings Of walls and trumpets
about your men of Saul There's none like good old Joshua At the battle of Jericho Up to the walls of Jericho He marched with spear in hand Go blow them
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
broken ruined Clad in garments white as snow I can hear the chariots rumble I can see the marching throng And the flurry of God's trumpets spell the
coat belongs to my brother there's room for one other in this hiding place there is no disgrace I can hear the trumpet like Gabriel blowing out its reveille the march
gauntlet to thee Oh, I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha Destroyer of evil am I I will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory Forever to
her lashes, white at her winter coat The trees stand like soldiers around her Dutiful wooden curse and the heart she feared frozen Still beats and still marches
an eternal kingdom Revelling in our heresy We are the conquerors, spurned by the northwinds Our trumpets wailing sounds of doom Our sea of soldiers march
back the love... Over land and over sea March The Heroes Home For the faithful, for the free March The Heroes Home We'll be waiting when you March
in the moonlight When the soldiers unite for a sacred law And the armies march through lands wide In the valley the eagles soared And heard the trumpets
The children of Israel versus Jericho God promised them the city They marched around the walls, hey On the seventh time around They let the trumpet And
Ascend as empires burn Conquistadors ov the promised land Like the sons ov Anak They shall rise from beyond the dawn Rise as victorious trumpets call
eyes. Construction paper traffic...corner office destruction. The cityscape burns brighter by the hour. Clock tower: bring us all down. Marching like
Ah, soon she will wake When love is the air she breathes Hurry into her please Alight again and take what we reap A harvest abounding The trumpets are
Frank zappa (guitar) Lowell george (guitar) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto
So blow the trumpets bang the cymbals when they start to play (chorus) Face the music play the music (chorus) Every day's a happy day (JL) I want to march
Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall! 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all' Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken
ob Saul not a man like good ol' Joshua an' he was de best man of all 'dat mornin'. Joshua ... When the chillun of Israel begin to march Seven times