Somebody Talkin’ About Jesus Lyrics by Kathy Mattea
Everywhere I Go
Everywhere I Go, My Lord
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Everywhere I Go
Everywhere I Go, My Lord
Hail the blest morn, when the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descends
Now that our mountain is growing
With people hungry for wealth
Dreams drift away like leaves on the water
They roll down the river and slip out of sight
Whose that young girl dressed in red?
Wade in the water