Calvin Makenzie

Calvin Makenzie - The Chariot

Make no mistakes my voice is clear

And though it may be a subtle threat

Mayflower swing low

Because your love has such few regrets

We cannot distinguish all of the world

So celebrate and sing along

It is a gift it's where I belong

Straight down and to the east

I place my hands out in front of me

We are all the crowd

To the sweet by and by I come

To the crowd be blessed

I swear I won't let you choke

You give me nothing but rest and a loving hand

I belong to the war

I belong to your side

I can't hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start

That's the nature of the beast

If we have nothing left but death

It's a clear but subtle threat

'The south is where I lay my sword and

The stage is where my heart will rest'

We are the crowd

We are the crowd

We are the crowd

We are the crowd

We are the crowd

We are the crowd

We are the crowd

We are the crowd