St. James' bed

I hear way down in New Orleans They heal suffering And 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 loneliest ghost's release All those street lights that burn so bright Will watch over us through the night And place your heart over hand It's our gospel, and you're my hymn Gonna feel that fire Gonna 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 streams Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, my sweet friend Ain't you coming down to the river's end