The summer breeze made ripples on the pond
It rattled through the reeds, and the willow trees beyond
Daddy in his good hat
And mama in her Sunday dress
Watched with pride as I stood there, in the water up to my chest
And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood
As I sank my toes into that Cool East Texas mud
And it was down with the old man
Up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But, I felt like a newborn baby
Cradled up in the arms of the Lord
Amazing Grace, oh how sweet the sound
There was Glory in the air
There was dinner on the ground
And my sins, which were many
Were washed away and gone
Along with the Buffalo Nickle
I forgot to leave at home
But, that seemed like such a small, small price to pay
For the blessed peace of mind
That came to me that day
And it was down with the old man
Up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But, I felt like a newborn baby
Cradled up in the arms of the Lord
This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul, it must be cleansed
And I long to feel that water rushing over me again
And it was down with the old man
Up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But, I felt like a newborn baby
Cradled up in the arms of the Lord
