G
God loves a lullaby
Em
In a mothers tears in the dead of night
C G
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
G
God loves the drunkards cry,
Em
The soldiers plea not to let him die
C G
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
Em C
We pour out our miseries
G D
God just hears a melody
Em C
Beautiful the mess we are
G D Am
The honest cries of breaking hearts
C D G
Are better than a Hallelujah.
The woman holding on for life,
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
The tears of shame for what's been done,
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
Chorus
C
Better than a church bell ringing,
G C D
Better than a choir singing out, singing out.
Chorus
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