When The Saints Come Calling

When the Saints come calling The devil will be falling, And we will stand-up one and all When the Saints, call and call. So, I will tell you all dear brothers And all sisters and all others, When you hear the choir singing The swords will be swinging. When you hear the sound of battle Please pick up your Bible, And then stand-up with a Saint Without worries or complaint. We all must stand the ground together Every proud father and sweet mother, As we sing to our joy and fate With love and peace and not hate. So, let us hold each other's hand With the same thoughts and demand, Just to listen and to watch the fall When we hear the Saint's call. Randy L. McClave