When the Saints
By Sara Groves


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Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know 
A                Bm     D
And your word is like a fire
            Bm      A
and I cannot let it go 


PRE-CHORUS
             E             D
And when I'm weary and overwrought 
        Bm                A      E
with so many battles left unfought 


CHORUS
      D          A          D      A
I see Paul and Silas in the prison yard 
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I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars 

             E           C#m      D
And when the Saints   go marching in 
          Bm        A
I want to be one of them 


VERSE 2
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Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind 
A                Bm     D
So I think of those before me
            Bm      A
Who’ve lived a faithful life


PRE-CHORUS
             E             D
And when I'm weary and overwrought 
        Bm                A      E
with so many battles left unfought 


CHORUS
          D        A            D       A
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court 
           D        A              C#m            E
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord 
             E           C#m      D
And when the Saints   go marching in 
          Bm        A
I want to be one of them 
             E           C#m    D
And when the Saints   go marching in 
          Bm        A   D   A
I want to be one of them 


BRIDGE
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I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad 
   D              A              C#m              E
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul 

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I see the young missionary and the angry spear 
          D      A              C#m         E
I see his family returning with no trace of fear 

          D          A         D       A
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights 
          D       A               C#m         E
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side 


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I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor 
          D          A                C#m               E
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down that door 

          D      A               D             A
I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road 
          D            A                C#m  E
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

             E           C#m      D
And when the Saints   go marching in 
          Bm        A
I want to be one of them 
             E           C#m      D
And when the Saints   go marching in 
          Bm        A
I want to be one of them 
          D         A
I want to be one of them 
          D         A
I want to be one of them 
          D         A   D   A
I want to be one of them