Everything to Love - Geoff Bartley
Center slowly down, stand and listen
hear the river singing in your earl
beating like a heart, like a bird in flight
on earth there is nothing to fear
[Chorus]
And the spirit moves from hand to hand
a fiddle across the land
joining into God's own band
Everything to love must yield
Wind across these hills, summer in my soul
friends and laughter filling up this hall
let us kind and honest and constant be
for these are the measure of us all
[Chorus]
And the spirit moves from hand to hand
a fiddle across the field
I wanna play a stratocaster in God's own band
Everything to love must yield
Everything to love must yield!
© 1984 by Geoff Bartley All Rights reserved
This performance is dedicated to Brad and Beth Paul