The Preacher

Saxon

Would you let this stranger take your hand

Do you think he sees the promised land

Holy fire, holy water



Anoint the faithful break the sacred bread

Will the message get inside your head

Let the Preacher take your hand



Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh

Let the Preacher lay his hands on you, woah, oh, oh



Fire and brimstone send you straight to hell

Gather round beneath the mission bell

Holy fire, holy water



Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh

Let the Preacher lay his hands on you, woah, oh, oh



See the mighty how they fall from grace

Bring the shame upon this chosen place

Let the healer take your hand



Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh

Let the Preacher lay his hands on you, oh, oh, oh



Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh

Let the healer lay his hands on you, oh, oh, oh