Let me tell you

You?re at the Jubilee

Or you?re all alone

Because the more, the merrier is how

My friends all tell me so

The birds wake up the grass

And they tell everybody

Say it?s time to grow

The sun, whispers to the birds

Oh, the song yet to be sung



Song yet to be sung

(Song yet to be sung)

Song yet to be sung



You?re at the Jubilee

Or you?re all alone

Because the more, the merrier is how

My friends everybody, they all tell us so

From the heights of Zion

I hear, it?s whispered in your ear

We get to play on, play on, wild designery!

A little bitty song, a song yet to be sung!



Song yet to be sung

(Song yet to be sung)

Song yet to be sung

Song yet to be sung

(Song yet to be sung)

Song yet to be sung