Crawl, we'll crawl no more I think that chariot is coming And should it please you, Lord I'll give this trumpet up Give it up to Gabriel Who'll lead us now Lord Who'll hear the sound of grieving I woke up crying then I'm running in the rain Trying, trying to find my woman Born into a darkened place Out to the Kingdom though my wretched soul be chained Who'll lead us now Lord Don't you hear me, don't you hear me crying Who'll hear the sound of grieving Crawling no more For the chariot is coming And should it please you Lord I'll give this trumpet up Give it up to Gabriel Who'll lead us now Lord Don't you hear me crying Who'll make the sound of babies Who'll make the sound Who'll hear the sound of, the sound of grieving Grieving Who'll hear the sound of grieving Who'll hear the sound of Who'll hear the sound of