1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &
carry me home
lead me to water lord, I sure am thirsty.
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you,
up in the clouds where he almost heard you
1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &
And all that we built, and all that we breathed,
1 . & . 2 . & . 3 . & . 4 . & . 1 . & . 2 . & . 3 . & . 4 . & .
(we spoke up in turns, 'till the silence crept over me)
1 . & . 2 . & . 3 . & . 4 . & . 1 . & . 2 . & . 3 . & . 4 . & .
Bless you