Stay with Me - Bob Dylan

Should my heart not be humble

Should my eyes fail to see

Should my feet sometimes stumble

On the way, stay with me

Like the lamb that in springtime

Wanders far from the fold

Comes the darkness and the frost

I get lost, I grow cold

I grow cold, I grow weary, and I know I have sinned

And I go seeking shelter and I cry in the wind

And though I grope and I blunder and I’m weak and I’m wrong

Though the road buckles under where I walk, walk along

Till I find to my wonder every path leads to thee

All that I can do is pray, stay with me

Stay with me