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When The Saints Tab

by Sara Groves


(Much thanks to M. Isaac for helping with this)


VERSE 1
                                              
Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know 
                     
It's more than I can handle 
                                                 
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones 
                    
and I can't let it go 


PRE-CHORUS
             Emin7         
And when I'm weary and overwrought 
                        
with so many battles left unfought 


CHORUS
                                     
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard 
                           
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars 

                             
And when the Saints   go marching in 
                   
I want to be one of them 


VERSE 2
                                                  
Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind 
             
It often overwhelms me
                                                                
But when I think of all who've gone before and lived the faithful life
                 
their courage compells me


PRE-CHORUS
             Emin7         
And when I'm weary and overwrought 
                        
with so many battles left unfought 


CHORUS
                                     
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard 
                           
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars 

                                     
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court 
                                  
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord 
                             
And when the Saints   go marching in 
                   
I want to be one of them 
                             
And when the Saints   go marching in 
                   
I want to be one of them 


BRIDGE
                                                 
I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad 
                               
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul 

                                      
I see the young missionary and the angry spear 
                                 
I see his family returning with no trace of fear 

                                     
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights 
                                
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side 

                                         
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor 
                                    
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door 

                                            
I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road 
                                      
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

                             
And when the Saints   go marching in 
                   
I want to be one of them 
                             
And when the Saints   go marching in 
                   
I want to be one of them 
                   
I want to be one of them 
                   
I want to be one of them 
                   
I want to be one of them