Текст и слова песни Chris Filer – The River
It was Sunday
The whole church was gathered
Down on the banks of the Ohio River
We were all there
For my baptizing
I took my shoes off and waded on in
And when that preacher
Was taking me under
Oh the choir was singing something like this
CHORUS:
Let the river wash over me
Let the water rise and make me clean
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Set me free
Let the river wash over me
It's been years now
Since that sweet morning
My soul was flooded and I came up shouting
I still go back when I get discouraged
And I need reminding of that glorious day
And when that preacher
Was taking me under
Oh my heart was singing something like this
The whole church was gathered
Down on the banks of the Ohio River
We were all there
For my baptizing
I took my shoes off and waded on in
And when that preacher
Was taking me under
Oh the choir was singing something like this
CHORUS:
Let the river wash over me
Let the water rise and make me clean
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Set me free
Let the river wash over me
It's been years now
Since that sweet morning
My soul was flooded and I came up shouting
I still go back when I get discouraged
And I need reminding of that glorious day
And when that preacher
Was taking me under
Oh my heart was singing something like this
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