Kimberly Jordan:
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,

Celtic Thunder:
Some just clap their hands, or paws,
Or anything they got now

All:
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they've got now

Keith Harkin:
Listen to the top where the little bird sings
On the melodies and the high notes ringing,
And the hoot owl cries over everything
And the blackbird disagrees.

Kimberly:
I can hear the bunny rabbits stomping their feet
While the furry panda bears hit bamboo to the beat
And the dolphins squeak to get fish for a treat
Jumping up and over the seas.

Colm Keegan:
Further from the oceans, the crabs click their claws
As rattlesnakes shake their rattles in the cause
Of trouble made-up by the tiger's jaws
Snapping right upon the shelf

Neil Byrne:
Singing in the night time, singing in the day,
Where the little duck quacks, and he's on his way.
And the otter hasn't got much to say
And the porcupine talks to himself.

All:
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws,
Or anything they've got now

Ryan Kelly:
Dogs and the cats they take up the middle
While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles,
The donkey brays and the pony neighs
And the old grey badger sighs.

George Donaldson:
Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom
Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big to do
And the old cow just goes moo.

All:
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws,
Or anything they've got now
It's a simple song a little song everywhere
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear,
The dopey alligator and the hawk above,
The sly old weasel and the turtle dove.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws,
Or anything they've got now
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws,
Or anything they've got now
All God's creatures got a place in the choir...