Letras de Steal Away

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus
Steal away, steal away home
I ain′t got long to stay here

I was walking in Savannah, past a church decayed and dimmed
When there slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn

And a sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew
'Til I found myself environed in a little negro pew

Out in front a young couple sat in sorrow nearly wild
On the altar was a coffin, in the coffin was a child

Rose a sad old negro preacher at a little wooden desk
With a manner grandly awkward and a countenance grotesque
And he said, "Now don′t you be a-weeping for this pretty bit of clay
For the little boy who lived there, why he done up and run away
But he's doing very finely and he 'preciates your love
But his sure-nough father want him in that large house up above

"Now, he didn′t give you that baby, no not by a hundred thousand miles
He just thought you needed some sunshine
And he lent him to you for a while
And he let you love and keep it ′til your hearts were bigger grown
And these silver tears you're shedding
Why they just interest on the loan
"So my poor dejected mourners, let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don′t go criticizing the one who knows the best

He give us many comforts and he has the right to take away
To the Lord be praised and glory, now and ever let us pray

My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder
The trumpet sounds within my soul
I ain't got long to stay here"