I'll shed a feather for the lordnAnd I'll blow the trumpet on the shorenJust like the birds do in the mornnI'll be a savior, and I'll be yoursnnYou'll be a diamond in the sandnAnd all of the finders will clap their handsnGlory abounds us, we found dry landnAnd all of us finders will clap our handsnAnd all of us finders will clap our handsnAnd all of us finders will clap our hands