To the one I love
To the one I love
I'll sing a ballad to, to the one I love
The one I love had a vineyard
A fine, well-placed vineyard
He hoed the soil and pulled the weeds
And planted the very best vines
He built a lookout, built a winepress
A vineyard to be proud of
He looked for a vintage yield of grapes
But for all his pains he got garbage grapes
To the one I love
To the one I love
I'll sing a ballad to, to the one I love
To the one I love
To the one I love
I'll sing a ballad to, to the one I love
The one I love had a vineyard
A fine, well-placed vineyard
He hoed the soil and pulled the weeds
And planted the very best vines
He built a lookout, built a winepress
A vineyard to be proud of
He looked for a vintage yield of grapes
But for all his pains he got garbage grapes
To the one I love
To the one I love
I'll sing a ballad to, to the one I love
I saw the Master sitting on a throne
High, exalted!
And the train of his robes filled the Temple
Angel-seraphs hovered above him
Each with six wings
With two wings they covered their faces
With two their feet
And with two they flew
And they called back and forth one to the other
Holy
Holy
Holy is God-of-the-Angel-Armies
Holy
Holy
Holy is God-of-the-Angel-Armies
His bright glory fills the whole earth
His bright glory fills the whole earth
Holy
Holy
I said
Every word I've ever spoken is tainted
And the people I live with talk the same way
I'm as good as dead!
I'm as good as dead!
Then one of the angel-seraphs flew to me
He held a live coal that he'd taken with tongs from the altar
He touched my mouth with the coal and said
Look. This coal has touched your lips
Gone your guilt
Your sins wiped out
And then I heard the voice of the Master
Whom shall I send?
Who will go for us?
Who will go for us?
I spoke up
Here I Am
Send me!
Here I Am
Send me!
Send me!
Here I Am
I'll go
I'll go
Send me!
Holy
Holy
Holy is God-of-the-Angel-Armies
Holy
Holy
Holy is God-of-the-Angel-Armies
