TAKE ME DOWN
(K. Etzel)

Take me down to the river where the work can be done
My poor soul to deliver, by your hand I am gone
Take me down to the river, ‘tis your shame and heavy load
That shall lay with you ever, that shall burn in your soul

Take me down to the river where the water waits for me
Will you shake? Will you quiver? Beg for God’s own mercy?
Take me down to the river…did we not fall from grace?
Throw my bones in the water leave my ghost in their place

Ahh
Ahh

Take me down to the river as you yield to the dark
It’s as cold, unforgiving as the bullet in my heart
Take me down to the water do not pray for my soul
It is thee who has fallen, who has made his own hole
It is thee who has fallen, who has made his own hole
It is thee who has fallen, who will reap…what…he sows