Song for the Saints

Long before boat anchor the harbor

Long before still 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 sinners choir singing a song for the saints

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

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 knee

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 sinners choir, singing 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 sinners choir singing 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 sinners choir singing a song for the saints

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah