I’ll show you how it’s done
You’ll smile through the pain
Sweetly singing over the plain
Gloria, Gloria in Excelsis Deo
They’ll show us how it’s done
Out in the street
No, they don’t have much
But listen to them sing
Gloria, Gloria in Excelsis Deo
Gloria, Gloria
Playing on their harps of gold
And the mountains in reply
Echo, Echo, Echo
And the mountains in reply
Echo, Echo, Echo
Gloria, Gloria in Excelsis Deo
Gloria, Gloria
Playing on their harps of Playing on their harps of gold
Over the plain