Get ready for love, praise him   Get ready tot love, praise him   Get ready-ready for love, get ready      Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens   And god rides high up in the ordinary sky, yeah   Until we find ourselves at our most distracted   And the miracle that was promised creeps quietly by      Calling every boy and girl   Calling all around the world   Calling every boy and girl   Calling all around the world      Get ready for love, praise him   Get ready for love, praise him      The mighty wave their hankies from their high-windowed palace   Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses   And we search high and low without mercy or malice   While the gate to the kingdom swings, shut and closes      Calling every boy and girl   Calling all around the world   Calling every boy and girl   Calling all around the world      Praise him till you've forgotten   What you're praising him for?   Praise him till you've forgotten   What you're praising him for?   Then praise him a little bit more   Yeah, praise him a little bit more      Yeah, praise him till you've forgotten   What you're praising him for?   Praise him till you've forgotten   What you're praising him for?   Praise him a little bit more   Yeah, praise him a little bit more      Get ready for love, praise him   Get ready for love, get ready      I searched the seven seas and I've looked under the carpet   And browsed through the brochures that govern the skies   Then I was just hanging around, doing nothing   And looked up to see his face burned in the retina of your eyes      Calling every boy and girl   Calling all around the world   Calling every boy and girl   Calling all around the world      Hey, get ready for love, yeah, praise him   Yeah, getting ready for love, praise him