Well, they build their houses in preparation for the king
And they line the sidewalks
With every sort of shiny thing
They will be surprised
When they hear him sayTake me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their wayLet them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon
You will have a pardonTake me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their wayLet them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon
You will have a pardonThey will be surprised
When they hear him sayTake me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their wayLet them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon
You will have a pardonYou will have a pardon
Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me, take me, take me, take me, take me
Songwriters
GREGORY PORTERPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group