Above in the beautiful clear blue sky,
The birds in the heavens are winging;
They flit as they fly up on high,
And to their Creator they're singing;
Sweet their music, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
The birds in the heavens are winging;
They flit as they fly up on high,
And to their Creator they're singing;
Sweet their music, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
In the Morning I Will Praise Him
In the Temple the Children Sang
Blessed Are They Who Walk in God's Ways
Lay Up Treasures in Heaven
