In the sun, with withered skin Walked a man, of humble kin He'll soon be free from his worldly trials His body at rest down in the old churchyard All his life he would toil for day and night Hear the voice of your master callin you Momma said
Take my hand, walk to the river with me and Wash your sins away for the judgment day All the boughs will break beneath your feet so Pray with me and fear the judgment day
Evening falls, he kneels by the bed Loneliness enters in his head Like a child he folds his weathered hands And whispers the words he barely understands In the dark he awaits a moment of grace As she promised him as the tears ran down her face Momma said
Take my hand, walk to the river with me and Wash your sins away for the judgment day All the boughs will break beneath your feet so Pray with me and fear the judgment dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
