Nearer My God To Thee

You know I like the old songs
I like them because back in the country
My grandfather was my pastor and many days
When they were getting ready to have that old revival meeting
My grandfather would make his way up in the pulpit
Look out in that country church and he didn't have a real strong voice
But he was saying those old songs
They will be getting ready for the revival meeting
And it seemed like in my mind, I can hear him sometimes singing

Oh near, nearer, my God
To Thee, oh near
(Nearer) nearer (to Thee) to Thee
He will say nearer (oh near, nearer), my (my God)
(To thee) to Thee, oh near, I will be nearer (oh near)
Nearer (nearer) to (to Thee), to Thee

Can I sing a verse?
Listen

Sons, they have a feeling, you see
(Doo) there is a story and every song that (doo)
We sing sometimes when you listen at a song (doo)
Sons (doo-doo), sons they know, know (doo)
I'll have your burden when you stay
Nearer (oh, nearer) nearer (to Thee) to Thee (to Thee)

You see, in those days, my grandmother
Was the mother of the church, and I was the oldest grandchild
Many days I would go by her home to talk to her, she taught me a lot
And some days when I would get to that old wooden house
Tears would be running down those wrinkled cheeks

By me being the oldest boy, I always thought I could help
I used to ask her saying, "Why, why are you crying?"
She would look at me and say, "Son, you're too young now
You're too young to understand my tears"
She said, "But just keep on living," and friends today
I can understand her tears, I'm not ashamed to tell the world
Sometimes, I have to cry

And some days when I would get to that old house
She would be humming and moaning on songs
And she sometimes, she wouldn't come out and say the words
And I would say to her, "Why are you moaning like this?"

She would say, "Son, when I moan it confuses everybody
It confuses the devil, he doesn't know what I'm moaning about"
Now, I may not be able to moan like a lot of people
But I believe I can moan a little bit like my grandmother
If she was still with us today, she would sound something like this

In my mind, I can hear her sometimes
Working, washing and ironing in that old wooden house
Seems like when she would moan, it would make the work easier
And in my mind, friends, sometimes when I'm riding along in the bus
Or flying through the air
I can hear her humming
Sometime like this, listen

Hmm, hm-mm (doo)
Hmm, hmm (doo)
Hmm, hmm (doo)