Boy, she was a bobby-sock beauty,
pink ribbons and sponge roller curls;
She couldn't say all her words,
But she could sing like a bird;
She was a dimpled, darlin' Baptist girl.
And when she sang, “Jesus Loves Me;”,
She was as serious as all get out;
And in spite of her years,
She moved the room to tears;
You could always hear somebody shout.
Chorus:
Sing, Sister, Sing,
Sing, Sister, Sing;
Sing it loud - sing it strong,
And we'll all sing along;
Don't hold back, give it everything.
If you got a message and a song in your heart,
And a burn to make the rafters ring;
You've gotta sing, sing, sister,
Bring it on sister,
Sing, Sister, Sing,
She was a spunky, savvy, spiritual lady,
She was a pillar of the ministry;
She lived through death and war,
And a whole lot more;
She was the Duchess of Seniority .
She knew the pages of every hymn in the hymnbook,
She knew the words of every single phrase;
She had an alto sound that could melt you down;
Make you wanna raise your hands in praise.
Chorus:
Bridge:
Red and yellow, black and white,
Young and very old;
Let's lift up our voice tonight,
Make sure the story's told.
Chorus:
Tag:
You've gotta sing sing sister bring it on sister
Sing, Sister, Sing, sing, sing
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Lyrics submitted by Pj.