And grab Bill and Sarah
and Jeremiah and Jo
and catch the Lord's word and go
higher as the preacher spouts
and we in eternal damnation
await our turn.
Lord, have mercy,
on my Little Jo
and what are you doing
an hour from now?
Should we walk alone tonight in the forest?
There is so much of the Lord there.
He is trampling out the underbrush
and deep in my sin-blind soul
I know the stars are in the sky
and the moon shines brightly,
just a mile from here,
Oooh, dear,
camp meetin' tonight.
Preachin' and gospel tonight.
Our sinners' tongues will reach for heaven
and my Adam's apple will bob
for the salvation of a great bass note.
We will go higher and higher
but later than the preacher.
He goes to bed early
and does not know about this spot.
Can he know the Lord blessed it?
The Lord wanders often through the trees,
makes the quiet water flow.
Is the Lord with you sister?
Do you feel his eyes upon your brow?
Oh, nearer than near, nearer than God.
Sister, I did not know the Lord
moved in such ways.
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