Let me tell you You're at the Jubilee Or you're all alone Because the more, the merrier is how My friends all tell me so The birds wake up the gra** And they tell everybody Say it's time to grow The sun, whispers to the birds Oh, the song yet to be sung Song yet to be sung (Song yet to be sung) Song yet to be sung You're at the Jubilee Or you're all alone Because the more, the merrier is how My friends everybody, they all tell us so From the heights of Zion I hear, it's whispered in your ear We get to play on, play on, wild designery! A little bitty song, a song yet to be sung! Song yet to be sung (Song yet to be sung) Song yet to be sung Song yet to be sung (Song yet to be sung) Song yet to be sung