Song for the Saints

Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums filled the breeze God lifted these islands from the ocean They stood strong for centuries So it's fitting they were named after men with golden halos 'Cause angels don't give in just cause a little wind blows We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Woah, woah Woah, woah For the farmer in the field of sugar cane For the drunkard in his hammock, dryin' out after the rain For the teacher in the classroom, kid kickin' cans in the street For the captain and his bar mate, prayin' down on bended knees We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Woah, woah Woah, woah This brokenness will heal, this weakness will be strong Let's lift our voice together as the saints go marchin' on We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah