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Gary Brooker Lead Me To The Water

, he let them slip away Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day? They really nailed 'em on the deadline This is where they lie Where the water's fast,

as they're close and free Ask me why? Water's a part of me I'm even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me's Water Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers

I hear it in the waves Take me by the hand Lead me to the water I will be your lamb I'm ready for the slaughter Take me by the hand Lead me from the fire

I keep rolling like a wagon wheel What keeps me going are these nerves of steel And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed A pair of feet to stagger

Called up to Camberley in '39 To play his part on the French front line He was full of hope, overflowing with tears He'd been on the earth barely nineteen