The Whole World

We live in this world, a beautiful world. A world where eagles soar and thunders roar. With mountains high as the clear blue skies, And rivers flow with deepness and grace. Let us celebrate the beauty of this glorious place. Place, glorious place, glorious place. Let us clap our hands and stomp our feet. Let us rejoice in the rhythm and give thanks To these beats. We are the seekers of algorithm, The guardians of sound. This house is our church, and we came to Get down. The drum is our sun, And the bass is our ground. We are the children of the light, connected by The spirit. We scream out loud, "I love house," so the whole world could hear Us. The whole world could hear us, So the whole world could hear us, so the Whole world could hear us. We scream out loud, so the whole world could Hear us, so the whole world could hear us. We are the voices of Sunday. We live in love. We write all the songs for the future. Please sing these words. Clap your hands, show the world. We are one, we are strong. Lift your voice, follow me. If you want to be free. We want the whole world to feel how we Feel. We want the whole world to love how We love. We want the whole world to move How we move, because within our grooves, We are one. House music. Like the mist from the ocean, it rises into The clouds, and it rains its sweet deepness onto Our skin. We are soaked in its love as We take it all in. We are the voices of Sunday. We live in love. We write all the songs for the future. Please sing these words. Clap your hands, show the world. We are one, we are strong. Lift your voice, follow me. If you want to be free. We scream out loud. We are the voices of Sunday. We live in love. We write all the songs for the future. Please sing these words. Clap your hands, show the world. We are one, We are strong. Lift your voice, follow me. If you want to be free.