Shoulder to the wheel for someone else's selfish gain,
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,
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 on, lead on, (lead me on)
It's your comfort I'm seeking,
Lead me on,
(etc. fade)
