If I Were A Voice, A Persuasive Voice,
That Could Travel
The Wide World Through,
I Would Fly On The Beams
Of The Morning Light,
And Speak To Men With A Gentle Might,
And Tell Time To Be True.
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
Over Land And Sea,
Wherever A Human Heart Might Be.
Telling A Tale, Or Singing A Song,
In Praise Of The Right
And In Blame Of The Wrong:
I Would Fly, I Would Fly,
I Would Fly Over Land And Sea.
If I Were A Voice, A Consoling Voice,
I Would Fly On The Wings Of The Air;
The Homes Of Sorrow And Guilt I’d Seek,
And Calm And Truthful Words I’d Speak,
To Save Them From Despair,
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
O’er The Crowded Town,
And Drop Like The Happy Sunlight Down
Into The Hearts Of Suffering Men,
And Teach Them To Look Up Again:
I Would Fly,
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
O’er The Crowded Town,.
If I Were A Voice, A Convincing Voice,
I Would Travel With The Wind,
And Wherever I Saw The Nations Torn
By Warfare, Jealously, Spite, Or Scorn,
Or Hatred Of Their Kind,
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
On The Thunder Crash
And Into Their Blinded Bosoms Flash:
Then With Their Evil Thoughts Subdued,
I’d Teach Them Christian Brotherhood:
I Would Fly,
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
On The Thunder Crash.
If I Were A Voice, An Immortal Voice,
I Would Fly The Earth Around;
And Wherever Man To His Idols Bowed,
I’d Publish In Notes Both Long And Loud
The Gospel’s Joyful Sound.
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
On The Wings Of Day,
Proclaiming Peace
On My Worldwide Way,
Bidding The Saddened Earth Rejoice
If I Were A Voice, An Immortal Voice,
I Would Fly,
I Would Fly, I Would Fly
On The Wings Of Day.
If I Were A Voice A Persuasive Voice If I Were A Voice A Persuasive Voice If I Were A Voice A Persuasive Voice If I Were A Voice, A Persuasive Voice, That Could Travel The Wide World Through, I Would Fly On The Beams Of The Morning Light, And Speak To Men With A Gentle Might, And Tell Time To Be True. I Would Fly, I Would Fly Over Land And Sea, Wherever A Human Heart Might Be. Telling A Tale, Or Singing A Song, In Praise Of The Right And In Blame Of The Wrong: I Would Fly, I Would Fly, I Would Fly Over Land And Sea. If I Were A Voice, A Consoling Voice, I Would Fly On The Wings Of The Air; The Homes Of Sorrow And Guilt I’d Seek, And Calm And Truthful Words I’d Speak, To Save Them From Despair, I Would Fly, I Would Fly O’er The Crowded Town, And Drop Like The Happy Sunlight Down Into The Hearts Of Suffering Men, And Teach Them To Look Up Again: I Would Fly, I Would Fly, I Would Fly O’er The Crowded Town,. If I Were A Voice, A Convincing Voice, I Would Travel With The Wind, And Wherever I Saw The Nations Torn By Warfare, Jealously, Spite, Or Scorn, Or Hatred Of Their Kind, I Would Fly, I Would Fly On The Thunder Crash And Into Their Blinded Bosoms Flash: Then With Their Evil Thoughts Subdued, I’d Teach Them Christian Brotherhood: I Would Fly, I Would Fly, I Would Fly On The Thunder Crash. If I Were A Voice, An Immortal Voice, I Would Fly The Earth Around; And Wherever Man To His Idols Bowed, I’d Publish In Notes Both Long And Loud The Gospel’s Joyful Sound. I Would Fly, I Would Fly On The Wings Of Day, Proclaiming Peace On My Worldwide Way, Bidding The Saddened Earth Rejoice If I Were A Voice, An Immortal Voice, I Would Fly, I Would Fly, I Would Fly On The Wings Of Day.