Текст песни: St. James' bed + перевод

I hear way down in New Orleans

They heal suffering

Take away disease

It will all evaporate from your soul

I haven’t seen it

But I’ve been told

Put all that sorrow in a tune

Hum it softly

And call it blue

Clap your hands and raise your head

Bring your spirit down

To St. James' Bed

Oh my sweet friend

We’re all going

Down to the river’s end

And wash our dirty hands clean

In the songs of our lonely

Ghosts' release

All those street lights that burn so bright

Will watch over us

And keep us through the night

And place your heart over hand

It’s our gospel

And you’re my hymn

Going to feel that fire

Going to feel that fire inside

Let it burn us up

Burn us white

Oh my sweet friend

Ain’t you coming

Down to the river’s end

And wash ourselves so clean

In the memories we find

In those streets

Oh my sweet friend

Ain’t you coming

Down to the river’s end

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