A while back, I was in a black church and heard them do Blessed Quietness. I love the way that Lucy Simpson does it, and have always associated the song with her interpretation. But man, put that song in the hands of a black choir and it comes out Joyful Raucousness. I really got a laugh out of it. The delivery was so weirdly contrary to the message that it really tickled me.

You talking about because songs are in a book and written down they don't get changed?

C'mon.........

Jerry