Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
When my way groweth dream, precious Lord, linger near. When my life, my life is almost gone. Hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall. Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home, lead me home.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Ain't no harm to moan. . At, at, oh, at the river Lord, oh oh here I stand. Guide my, guide my feet, oh hold my hand. Oh precious Lord, shake my hand, hand.
Ain't no harm to moan. . At, at, oh, at the river Lord, oh oh here I stand. Guide my, guide my feet, oh hold my hand. Oh precious Lord, shake my hand, hand.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary. But I must go alone. Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes. Well the morning's so bright. And the lamp is alight.