Sara Groves - When the saints

^CLord I have a heavy ^Fburden of all I've seen and ^Cknow It's more than I can ^Fhandle But ^Cyour word is burning like a ^Ffire shut up in my ^Cbones and I can't let it g^Fo

And when I'm ^Emin7weary and over^Fwrought with so ^Aminmany battles left un^Dfought

I think of ^FPaul and ^CSilas in the ^Fprison ^Cyard I hear their ^Fsong of ^Cfreedom ^Frising to the stars

And when the ^AminSaints ^F go marching ^Fin I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem

^CLord it's all that I can't ^Fcarry and cannot leave be^Chind It often over^Fwhelms me But ^Cwhen I think of all who've gone be^Ffore and lived the faithful ^Clife their courage com^Fpells me

And when I'm ^Emin7weary and over^Fwrought with so ^Aminmany battles left un^Dfought

I think of ^FPaul and ^CSilas in the ^Fprison ^Cyard I hear their ^Fsong of ^Cfreedom ^Frising to the stars

I see the ^Fshepherd ^CMoses in the ^FPharohs ^Ccourt I hear his ^Fcall for ^Cfreedom for the ^Fpeople of the Lord And when the ^AminSaints ^F go marching ^Fin I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem And when the ^AminSaints ^F go marching ^Fin I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem

I see the ^Flong quiet ^Cwalk along the ^FUnderground Rail^Croad I see the ^Fslave a^Cwakening to the ^Fvalue of her soul

I see the ^Fyoung missio^Cnary and the ^Fangry ^Cspear I see his ^Ffamily re^Cturning with no ^Ftrace of fear

I see the ^Flong hard ^Cshadows of ^FCalcutta ^Cnights I see the ^Fsisters ^Cstanding by the ^Fdying man's side

I see the ^Fyoung girl ^Chuddled on the ^Fbrothel ^Cfloor I see the ^Fman with a ^Cpassion come and ^Fkicking down the door

I see the ^Fman of ^Csorrows and his ^Flong troubled ^Croad I see the ^Fworld on his ^Cshoulders and my ^Feasy load

And when the ^AminSaints ^F go marching ^Fin I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem And when the ^AminSaints ^F go marching ^Fin I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem I want to ^Cbe one of ^Fthem