Let The Lower Lights Be Burning

Let The Lower Lights Be Burning - Ella Fitzgerald

Brightly beams our Father's mercy

From his lighthouse evermore

But to us he gives the keeping

Of the lights along the shore

Let the lower lights be burning

Send a beam across the wave

Some poor aching struggling seaman

You may rescue you may save

Trim your feeble lamps my brothers

Some poor sailor's tempest tossed

Trying now to make the harbor

In the darkness may be lost

Let the lower lights be burning

Send a beam across the wave

Some poor aching struggling seaman

You may rescue you may save

Let the lower lights be burning

Send a beam across the wave

Some poor aching struggling seaman

You may rescue you may save