Explain to me again, Lord, why I’m here;
I don’t know, I don’t know.
The setting for the stage is still not clear;
Where’s the show? Where’s the show?
Let it begin, let it begin.
I am born. Can you use me?
What would you have me do, Lord?
Shall I sing them a song?
I could tell them all about you, Lord;
I could sing of the loves I have known.
I’ll work in their cotton and corn field;
I promise I’ll do all I can;
I’ll laugh and I’ll cry, I’ll live and I’ll die.
Please, Lord, let me be a man,
And I’ll give it all that I can.
If I’m needed in this distant land,
Please, Lord, let me hold to your hand.
Dear Lord, let me be a man
And I’ll give it all that I can.
If I’m needed in this distant land,
Please, Lord, let me be a man.