Stay With Me

　　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 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 kneel and I'm wrong,

　　Though the rose buckles under

　　Where I walk, walk along

　　Till I find to my wonder

　　Every task least to see,

　　Or that I can do it,

　　Pray, stay with me.

　　Stay with me