[Intro - the whole band slams in at once, fiddle and banjo and steel, handclaps, full tilt]

[Chorus]
Sing anyway, sing anyway,
Wounded and glad, we sing anyway.
He gives a song in the darkest night,
So we sing anyway, sing anyway.

[Verse 1 - the campless, the cast-out]
There's a man out in the field with no church now,
His hands are lifted high.
There's a woman that the camp threw out,
And she sings it to the sky.

[Chorus]
Sing anyway, sing anyway,
Wounded and glad, we sing anyway.
He gives a song in the darkest night,
So we sing anyway, sing anyway.

[Verse 2 - the grieving, the waiting]
There's a family that has grieved a long, hard year,
And they sing it through their tears.
There's a man still waiting on a prayer to turn,
And he sings away his fears.

[Chorus]
Sing anyway, sing anyway,
Wounded and glad, we sing anyway.
He gives a song in the darkest night,
So we sing anyway, sing anyway.

[Verse 3 - the whole field]
The field is full of us from edge to edge,
And every voice is raised.
We came out wounded, every single one,
And every one gives praise.

[Bridge - sorrowful, yet always rejoicing]
Sorrowful, and always rejoicing,
That is what the apostle said.
We do not wait to be made whole
To lift the song instead.
For He gives a song in the darkest night,
He hands it to the weak.
And the wounded, scattered, singing church
Is the church He came to seek.

[Chorus x2]
Sing anyway, sing anyway,
Wounded and glad, we sing anyway.
He gives a song in the darkest night,
So we sing anyway, sing anyway.

[Outro]
Sing anyway, sing anyway,
Wounded and glad, we sing anyway.
We sing anyway, we sing anyway,
We sing anyway, anyway.