Final Day - Phil Keaggy

There’s a thing they say in our town

If it happens once it’ll come around again

Never in the same place, again

Never with the same face, again

Can you feel the movement like an earthquake

And the heavens tremble

As we do the shake again

Never get the message, again

We memorize the passage, listen

Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud

Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd

Let the people know, put it in a song

Here comes the final day and it won’t be long

Wake up, get up, stand up, catch up again

Writing’s on the wall, again

Can you hear the call, listen

Who’ll play the pipes, sound the trumpets loud

Turn the amps on high, bring it to the crowd

Let the people know, put it in a song

Here comes the final day and it won’t be long