Silver Bells Instrumental Version Ft Amy Grant Michael W Smith - Marc Martel Lyrics

Oh, where did you go?
We all wanna know
It’s not like there’s a ruler
To measure your soul’s
Flight with the crows
To wherever, never, never
No, no, no
Not ready to let you go
And give up your ghost
So soon, so cheer up while you
Soar with the rest of them
Soar with the rest of them, my friend
Go soar with the rest of them
Soar with the rest of them, my friend
And tell all about it
When you come back to the round
Of robins again
The old little boy
Never grew out of his toys
To safeguard us a future
Where all of the joy
Forgot in the noise
Would always be remembered
Oh, oh, oh
We never will let them go
The memories, the coal-black wings
To lift us while you
Soar with the rest of them
Soar with the rest of them, my friend
Go soar with the rest of them
Soar with the rest of them, my friend
And tell all about it
When you come back to the round
Of robins again
Soar with the rest of them
Soar with the rest of them, my friend
Go soar with the rest of them
Soar with the rest of them, my friend
And tell all about it
When you come back to the round
Of robins again