St. James' bed

I hear way down in New Orleans
They heal suffering
Take away disease
It will all evaporate from your soul
I haven't seen it
But I've been told
Put all that sorrow in a tune
Hum it softly
And call it blue
Clap your hands and raise your head
Bring your spirit down
To St. James' Bed
Oh my sweet friend
We're all going
Down to the river's end
And wash our dirty hands clean
In the songs of our lonely
Ghosts' release
All those street lights that burn so bright
Will watch over us
And keep us through the night
And place your heart over hand
It's our gospel
And you're my hymn
Going to feel that fire
Going to feel that fire inside
Let it burn us up
Burn us white
Oh my sweet friend
Ain't you coming
Down to the river's end
And wash ourselves so clean
In the memories we find
In those streets
Oh my sweet friend
Ain't you coming
Down to the river's end