Petula Clark Follow

Here there is no choosing, working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain

Fire in the field, underneath the blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded and freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the Holy One

Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs into your keeping
Oh, lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking, lead on

Waiting for the train, labelled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding, whispers in the dark
"Where are we going, is it very far?"

Bitter cold terrain, echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the Lord

Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs into your keeping
Oh, lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking, lead on

Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me, why?

Oh, lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs into your keeping
Oh, lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking, lead on

Lead me on, lead me on
To a place where the river runs into your keeping
Oh, lead me on, lead me on
The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking, oh lead on

Lead me on
Lead me on
Lead me on
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Here there is no choosing, working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain