SANTO, SANTO
Shirley Carvalhaes
HOLY, HOLY
I bought the ticket, I'm traveling to a city
Place of rest is much joy and happiness
I will fly with the angels, Michael and archangels and seraphim
And without getting tired, I will sing a chant like this
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord
I can't control myself, remembering I cry so much with longing
From my mansion next to John, in the beautiful city
When I get there I want to talk to my brothers
But first I want to hug my Jesus and sing this song
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord
