YOU SHALL GO OUT WITH JOY
You shall go out with joy
And be led forth with peace
And the mountains and the hills
Will break forth before you
There'll be shouts of joy
And all the tress of the field
Will clap, will clap their hands

And all the trees of the field
   will clap their hands
And all the trees of the field
   will clap their hands
And all the tress of the field
   will clap their hands
While you go out with joy