Music and the Broken Word
by Paul Toscano and Cal Grondahl

mormon hymn

THERE IS A GREEN HILL FAR AWAY
(Sung to “There is a Green Hill Far Away” [OHB, 201; NHB, 194])

[p.67] There is a green hill far away
They won’t let us buy.
We finally leased it for a sum,
Unconscionably high.

We may not know, they will not tell
The price we had to pay.
Was it about a million bucks?
No one is going to say.

On it we built a monument,
A university.
It nearly caused a civil war.
What great publicity!

O dearly, dearly have we paid!
Was it a big mistake
To lease a lot that’s doomed to be
Divided in a quake?

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mormon hymn

THERE IS SUNSTONE IN THE MAIL TODAY
(Sung to “There is Sunshine in My Soul Today” [OHB, 174; NHB, 227])

[p.69] There is Sunstone in the mail today
And again it’s so damn late.
Why does no one seem to really care?
The jokes are not that great.
But it’s Sunstone,
Good ol’ Sunstone,
Where dissenters get to weep and wail.
All the liberals show a smiling face
When their Sunstone‘s in the mail.

There is Sunstone in the mail today,
But the print is awfully light,
And the news is all so very stale;
The letters are uptight.
But that’s Sunstone,
Good ol’ Sunstone,
Where dissenters get to weep and wail.
All the liberals show a smiling face
When their Sunstone‘s in the mail.

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mormon hymn

THE TIMES ARE A-CHANGING
(Sung to “The Day Dawn is Breaking” [OHB, 179; NHB, 52])

[p.71] The times are a-changing, the devil is raging.
His forces are moving to vanquish each soul.
For crimes and pollutions, we see no solutions,
Except if we Mormons are put in control.

[Chorus]
Latter-day Saints from east to west
Know but two ways to bless and be blessed.
These choices are both equally stressed:
Shall we oppress? or be the oppressed?

The pressures are mounting; we Mormons are counting
On saving the nations from evils at large;
By cleaning up cities for folks, wives, and kiddies,
We’ll make the world safe with us Mormons in charge.

[Chorus]

The world’s in commotion, and we have the notion
That goodness is threatened from hour to hour.
With sin in profusion and so much confusion,
The choice should be clear to put Mormons in power.

[Chorus]

With Mormons commanding and rightly demanding
The world to repent and its evils repress,
In one sweeping motion we’ll mandate devotion
And teach our oppressors new ways to oppress.

[Chorus]

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mormon hymn

WE ARE CHURCH EMPLOYEES
(Sung to “We are All Enlisted” [OHB, 210; NHB, 250])

[p.73] We are church employees; and our jobs are so keen.
Happy are we! Happy are we!
Laboring as bureaucrats behind every scene,
Here where testimonies always grow.
And idle gossip we never hear,
And daily duties are never drear;
Where no one’s nerve ends ever get frayed,
Though most of us are, in fact, grossly underpaid.

[Chorus]
We’re the crew that operates the Mormon machine.
Happy are we! Happy are we!
We are glad to sacrifice without being seen
Just to see the Mormon kingdom grow.

Women in our cadre are not heard to protest.
Happy are they! Happy are they!
Though they get the worst jobs, while the men get the best,
They are too contented to complain.
They know they all belong in the home.
And for one reason we let them come.
They want a paycheck, not a career.
So most of us feel that they’re nothing much to fear.

[Chorus]

Though the pay is poor, the perks that we get are great.
Happy are we! Happy are we!
Lunch is fairly cheap, although the food’s second rate;
And at morning prayer we’re free to snooze.
The biggest benefit of them all
Is to encounter out in the hall
One of the twelve or presidency,
Those mighty men, mighty men, whom we hardly see.

[Chorus]

We’re employed to execute the prophet’s commands.
Happy are we! Happy are we!
Though, at times, we have to face conflicting demands
Which can cause our faithful hearts to doubt.
But there’s one truth on which we depend:
Every church program comes to an end.
Though it appears the church never moves,
Right after big funerals, that’s when it improves.

[Chorus]

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mormon hymn

WE ARE SPENDING
(Sung to “We are Sowing” [OHB, 192; NHB, 216])

[p.75] We are spending, daily spending
Countless dollars of the Saints.
We accept their contributions,
But we won’t take their complaints.
Bring your millions and we’ll praise you,
And call buildings in your name.
If the poor would make more money,
We would love them just the same.