Chorus
Don’t you worry about a thing
No don’t you worry about a thing
Don’t you worry about a thing
No don’t you worry about a thing
Don’t you worry about a thing
No don’t you worry about a thing
Look at the birds of the fields
Look how gently they pay
They never worry about a thing
They just go merrily on their way
They need sow not nor reap
Nor do they gather into barns
Yet your Heavenly Father feedeth them
Are ye not better?
Yet your Heavenly Father feedeth them
Are ye not better?
Chorus
Look at the lilies of the fields
Look how gently they sway
They never worry about a thing
They just grow on from day to day
They need toil not nor spin
Nor do they worry about the wind
Yet your Heavenly Father feedeth them
Are ye not better?
Yet your Heavenly Father feedeth them
Are ye not better?
Chorus
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