Sunday morningHear the children down the streetAnd I hear my fatherCalling upstairs to meHe'd wake me up and take me outAs we would play all dayI'll never forgetEvery word he'd sayWheneverI hear my fatherWhenever I hear the whisperBlowing through the leavesI know it's the spiritOf the song he used to singHe saidHe saidI made a promiseTo pass it on to youBe strong, be honestNever waver from the truthIn my darkest daysIf I was lostHis voice would pull me throughNever waver from the truthI'll never forgetI'll do the same for youWhenever I hear the whisperBlowing through the leavesI know it's the spiritOf the song he used to singHe saidOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohHe saidAnd he saidAnd he saidAnd he saidAnd he saidAnd he said�
