Precious Lord

Precious Lord - B.B. King

Precious Lord take my hand

Lead me on let me stand

I'm tired I'm weak I'm alone oh yes

Through the storm through the night

Lead me on to the light

Take my hand precious Lord lead me home

When I set set alone feel care my mother's home

I can see her that all all along chair

Hear my cry do hear my house

Hold my hand lest I falls so

Take my hand precious Lord lead me home

When the darkness appears and the night draws near

When my life my life is old

And the day is gone oh yes

At the river I stand

Guide my feet hold my hand

Take my hand precious Lord lead me home