| Song | The Angels Rejoiced Last Night |
| Artist | Lucy Kaplansky |
| Album | Every Single Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Louvin, Louvin | |
| Written by Ira & Charlie Louvin | |
| A house, not a home | |
| Was the picture Satan painted | |
| For sweet little sister and me | |
| Our daddy would frown | |
| While mother was prayin' | |
| His heart was so hardened | |
| That he would not believe | |
| In anger he'd swear | |
| His voice cold and loud | |
| His Sundays were spent | |
| Out with the gamblin' crowd | |
| I've never seen my daddy | |
| Inside a house of God | |
| For Satan held his hand | |
| Down the path of sin he trod | |
| Not long ago | |
| Our circle was broken | |
| When God called on mother one night | |
| In a voice sweet and low | |
| Her last words were spoken | |
| Asking our daddy | |
| To raise her children right | |
| The angels rejoiced | |
| In Heaven last night | |
| I heard my daddy pray | |
| Dear God, make it right | |
| He was smiling and singing | |
| With tears in his eyes | |
| While mother with the angels | |
| Rejoiced last night | |
| While mother with the angels | |
| Rejoiced last night |
| zuo ci : Louvin, Louvin | |
| Written by Ira Charlie Louvin | |
| A house, not a home | |
| Was the picture Satan painted | |
| For sweet little sister and me | |
| Our daddy would frown | |
| While mother was prayin' | |
| His heart was so hardened | |
| That he would not believe | |
| In anger he' d swear | |
| His voice cold and loud | |
| His Sundays were spent | |
| Out with the gamblin' crowd | |
| I' ve never seen my daddy | |
| Inside a house of God | |
| For Satan held his hand | |
| Down the path of sin he trod | |
| Not long ago | |
| Our circle was broken | |
| When God called on mother one night | |
| In a voice sweet and low | |
| Her last words were spoken | |
| Asking our daddy | |
| To raise her children right | |
| The angels rejoiced | |
| In Heaven last night | |
| I heard my daddy pray | |
| Dear God, make it right | |
| He was smiling and singing | |
| With tears in his eyes | |
| While mother with the angels | |
| Rejoiced last night | |
| While mother with the angels | |
| Rejoiced last night |
| zuò cí : Louvin, Louvin | |
| Written by Ira Charlie Louvin | |
| A house, not a home | |
| Was the picture Satan painted | |
| For sweet little sister and me | |
| Our daddy would frown | |
| While mother was prayin' | |
| His heart was so hardened | |
| That he would not believe | |
| In anger he' d swear | |
| His voice cold and loud | |
| His Sundays were spent | |
| Out with the gamblin' crowd | |
| I' ve never seen my daddy | |
| Inside a house of God | |
| For Satan held his hand | |
| Down the path of sin he trod | |
| Not long ago | |
| Our circle was broken | |
| When God called on mother one night | |
| In a voice sweet and low | |
| Her last words were spoken | |
| Asking our daddy | |
| To raise her children right | |
| The angels rejoiced | |
| In Heaven last night | |
| I heard my daddy pray | |
| Dear God, make it right | |
| He was smiling and singing | |
| With tears in his eyes | |
| While mother with the angels | |
| Rejoiced last night | |
| While mother with the angels | |
| Rejoiced last night |