Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound

that saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now I'm found,

was blind, but now I see.

't Was Grace that taught my heart to fear,

and Grace my fear relieved.

How precious did that Grace appear,

the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares

we have already come.

‘t Was Grace that brought us safe thus far,

Grace will lead us home.

When we've been there ten thousands years,

bright shining as the sun.

We've no less days to sing God's praise

than when we first begun.

Banks of the Ohio

I asked my love, to take a walk,

To take a walk, just a little walk.

Down beside where the waters flow,

Down by the banks of the Ohio.

And only say, that you'll be mine.

In no others arms entwine.

Down beside where the waters flow,

Down by the banks of the Ohio.

I held a knife against her breast,

As into my arms she pressed.

She cried: "Oh, Willie, don't murder me,

I'm not prepared for eternity.”             

And only say, that you'll be mine....

I started home 'tween twelve and one,

I cried: "My God, what have I done?

Killed the only woman I loved,

Because she would not be my bride.”

And only say, that you'll be mine....

Coventry carol

Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child,

By, by, lully lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,

For to preserve this day

This poor Youngling for whom we do sing,

By, by, lully lullay.

Herod the King, in his raging,

Charged he hath this day;

His men of might, in his own sight,

All young children to slay.

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,

And ever mourn and say;

For Thy parting neither say nor sing,

By, by, lully lullay.

Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child...

"Don't Weep After Me"

When I'm dead and buried,

Don't you weep after me.

When I'm dead and buried,

Don't you weep after me.

When I'm dead and buried,

Don't you weep after me.

Oh, I don't want you to weep after me.

Sailin' on the ocean,

Don't you weep after me...

In the good old ship of Zion...

King Peter is the captain...

Bright angels are the sailors...

You poor distressed sinners...

Oh, look-a Mary...

She's lookin' over Jordan...

O, look-a Martha...

Oh, run along my friends...

Tell my Lord I'm coming...