Letras
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptation sore
Where could I go but to the Lord
Where could I go Oh where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Where could I go but to the Lord
Neighbors are kind I love them every one,
We get along in sweet accord
But when my soul needs manna from above
Where could I go but to the Lord
Wade in the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water children
God is gonna trouble these waters
Life here is grand with friends I love so dear
Comfort I get from God's own word
Yet when I face the chilling hand of death
Where could I go but to the Lord
Have a little talk with Jesus
Tell Him all about our trials
Hear our faintest cry
Answer by and by
Have a little talk with Jesus
Tell Him all about our trials
Hear our faintest cry
Answer by and by