I was born with an angel whispering in my ear
Telling me sacred secrets that God wanted me to hear
And I have lived to tell the mysteries I've been told
And even when they tell me it's my time to go
No I will not, No I will not
Not go quietly
No I will not, No I will not
Not go quietly no, no, Not go quietly no, no
Not go quietly
These things I tell, they are much truer
Than the heart of he who speaks
Even so, this humble servant
Can not help but talk about his king
So I will sing 'cause I can't hold back the song
I shout and scream, Until God takes me home
So How can I keep silent?
So how can I not speak?
And tell about the saviour
Who has set this prisoner free?
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