She's a little overdressed
But it never hurts to shine
She invokes the turtle dove
She awaits the number nine
Standing alone in the grey of the morning
But soon the riders come to wait
And they take their papers out
They do not know the girl
But they know that she's about
Keeping the light and the warning
And the bus comes like thun--der
And the doves rise around her
And she don't mind the winter
'Cause she's workin' for Jesus
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for love
There's a clock beside the bed
There's a bible on the stand
She will come home after dark
She will take the book in hand
Feeling the grains of the black leather binding
And so, she speaks to me sometimes
Of flesh and mortal chains
And where the ashes go
And the spirit that remains
Rising like mist, see it shining
And her words sound like thun--der
And the spirit has found her
And she knows how to reach me
'Cause she's workin' for Jesus
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for love
Well, I have set my foot upon
The road of black and white
I have passed the gates of dawn
I am making for the light
Barring the door on the darkness and sorrow
But she is somewhere up ahead
She is far beyond my reach
She has walked across the sea
She is sleeping on the beach
Bordering time and tomorrow
And her days pass in won---der
And the angels surround her
And she don't even miss me
'Cause she's workin' for Jesus
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for Jesus
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for Jesus
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for love
And she's workin' for love