An Army With Banners
From Sawiki
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
With timbrels, bands, and banners, and sound of tramping feet?
Their flags fly out,
They clap and shout,
And in and out
And all about
The music rolls a'thundering,
It sets my heart a'wondering.
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
With timbrels, bands, and banners, and sound of tramping feet?
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
The children rush to meet it, and oh, what dancing feet!
Some may be bare,
But who's to care?
The Army's there,
And all may share,
So round the march the children throng
And dance and leap the whole way long.
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
The children rush to meet it, and oh, what dancing feet!
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
A hundred children leaping before its coming feet?
And as they go
The flag sweeps low,
It seems as though
'Twould gather so
The dancing shouting crowd of them
And march away with all of them!
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
A hundred children leaping before its coming feet?
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
Sunshine on their instruments, and dust about their feet?
They often stay
To sing and pray
And have their say
Then march away;
The people fall to pondering
The sin in which they're wandering.
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
Sunshine on their instruments, and dust about their feet?
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
When wind and rain are beating upon their mud stained feet?
They speak of light,
Of heaven bright,
Of strength to fight
For God and right;
And someone's sure to hear them say
That sinners can be saved today!
Oh, have you seen the Army come marching down our street,
When wind and rain are beating upon their mud stained feet?
Oh! Why not join our Army, go marching down the street,
And let Salvation tidings be carried by your feet
To those who wait
In sin and hate,
And lead them straight
For Heaven's gate?
For in the streets of every land
They wait the Army's helping hand!
Oh! Why not join our Army, go marching down the street,
And let Salvation tidings be carried by your feet.
