My childhood was marred by a song. The rise and shine song.

My parents thought it was hilarious to wake their children with the rise and shine song.

As the years passed, the song has become something of a family legend, and each subsequent generation is again tormented with it.

A couple of days ago, my niece sent me an email with a lyric from the song in the title. I’ve been singing it ever since.

And in the spirit of giving, I sang the song to a coworker who has also been singing it ever since.

Behold, it is “Rise and Shine”:

Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine and *clap* give God the glory, glory
Children of the Lord!

God said to Noah there will be a floody, floody
God said to Noah there will be a floody, floody
Keep your children *clap* out of the muddy, muddy
Children of the Lord!

Then God ordered Noah to build him an arky, arky
God ordered Noah to build him an arky, arky
Build it out of *clap* hickory barky, barky
Children of the Lord!

Look it up. Hear the melody. You, too, will be caught in its spell.