Turn Your Radio On was composed by Albert E. Brumley. The lyrics below are the ones that match the video: for the complete lyrics (and a karaoke opportunity!) check this page. This past Sunday we celebrated our annual outdoor Mass at 11:30 in the backyard of the rectory. Some 350 people came to pray and our choir offered its (a capella) rendition of Turn Your Radio On. Brumley's song offered a message similar to my homily - but in a much more upbeat style!
Enjoy!
Turn Your Radio On
Come and listen in to a radio station
Where the mighty hosts of heaven sing
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you want to want to hear the songs of Zion,
Coming from the land of endless spring,
Turn you radio on, turn your radio on.
Turn your radio on
And listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and in his glory share
Turn your lights down low
And listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God, and turn your radio on.
Everybody has a radio receiver
All you got to do is listen for the call
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you listen in you will be a believer
Leanin' on the truth that'll never fall
Get in touch with God, turn the radio on.
Turn your radio on
And listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and in his glory share
Turn your lights down low
And listen to the Master's radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
-ConcordPastor
Love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, CP!!! Listening to this version brought back a memory from my past. My mother was chaperoning me and a couple of college girlfriends on what was to be our first time skiing at a recently opened slope in the NC mountains. We got about 10 miles west of High Point when it started snowing heavily. My mother decided it was too dangerous to continue. We pulled up to a house and asked if we could use their telephone to call my father. After it was determined by my parents that it would be too dangerous to head back home, this family offered to let us spend the night. They graciously took us in, fed us and let us sleep on their living room floor.
ReplyDeleteAbout 6 AM Sunday morning we were awakened to the high volume of gospel music on the radio!
As is often the case in NC, the snow had melted enough to be deemed safe by my mother for us to return home. Tackling a ski slope for the first time would have to wait until later in the semester with a chaperone other than my mother!
I don't think I realized at the time that this family who fed and sheltered us really did live by their gospel values. Turn the radio on!
Rosemary