Текст песни Canticle of the Sun - Romans

The heavens are telling the glory of God
And all creation is shouting for joy
Come, dance in the forest, come play in the field
And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord

Sing for the sun, the bringer of day
He carries the light of the Lord in his rays
The moon and the stars who light up the way
Unto your throne!

The heavens are telling the glory of God
And all creation is shouting for joy
Come, dance in the forest, come play in the field
And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord

Praise for the wind that blows through the trees
The seas' mighty storms, the gentlest breeze
They blow where they will, they blow where they please
To please the Lord!

The heavens are telling the glory of God
And all creation is shouting for joy
Come, dance in the forest, come play in the field
And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord

Praise for the fire who gives us his light
The warmth of the sun to brighten our night
He dances with joy, his spirit so bright
He sings of you, oh

The heavens are telling the glory of God
And all creation is shouting for joy
Come, dance in the forest, come play in the field
And sing, sing to the glory of (sing, sing to the glory of)

Sing, sing to the glory of (sing, sing to the glory of)
Sing, sing to the glory of (sing, sing to the)
The Lord