Song for the Saints

Long before a boat anchored the harbour
 Long before steel drums filled the breeze
 God lifted these islands from the ocean
 They stood strong for centuries
 So it's fitting they were named after men with golden halos
 'Cause angels don't give in just cause a little wind blows
 We say we can when they say we can't
 See what it is when they see what it ain't
 With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint
 We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints
 Woah, woah
 Woah, woah
 For the farmer in the field of sugar cane
 For the drunkard in his hammock, dryin' out after the rain
 For the teacher in the classroom, kid kickin' cans in the street
 For the captain and his bar mate, prayin' down on bended knees
 We say we can when they say we can't
 See what it is when they see what it ain't
 With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint
 We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints
 Woah, woah
 Woah, woah
 This brokenness will heal, this weakness will be strong
 Let's lift our voice together as the saints go marchin' on
 We say we can when they say we can't
 See what it is when they see what it ain't
 With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint
 We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the
 We say we can when they say we can't
 See what it is when they see what it ain't
 With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint
 We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints
 Woah, woah
 Woah, woah
 Woah, woah