In my time of dying,
Want nobody to moan.
All I want for you to do,
Is take my body home.

Well well well so I can die easy.
Well well well so I can die easy.

Jesus got to make you shiver.
Jesus gonna make you.
Jesus gonna make you my dying bed.

Meet me Jesus meet me,
Meet me in the middle of the air.
If my wings should fail me lord,
Please meet me with another pair.

(Jones/Plant)

Baby, when you walk that sweet walk
Oh, you walk it good, yes you walk it good
Baby, when you talk that sweet talk
Oh, it sounds so good, oh so good

With a little bit of concentration
And a little bit of helpin' hands, yeah
And a little bit of raving madness
You know it makes me feel, baby
Both my feet are back on the ground

And when the rhythm takes me

(Jones/Page/Plant)

Oh, baby

Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can't wait for a night
I hate to think I've been blinded baby
Why can't I see you tonight
And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin'
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I'm shaking so much, really yearning
Why don't you show up, make it all right, yeah, it's all right, all right

(Page/Plant)

Well I just got into town today
To find my girl who's gone away
She took the Greyhound at the General Store
I searched myself I searched the town
When I finally did sit down
I find myself no wiser than before

She said we couldn't do no wrong
No other love could be so strong
She locked up my heart in her bottom drawer
Now she took my heart she took my keys

(Jones/Page/Plant)

Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,
Await their place within the ring of calm;
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
Await the call they know may never come.
In times of lightness, no intruder dared upon
To jeopardize the course, upset the run;
And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sun
As love in the halls of plenty overrun.

It was an April morning
When they told us we should go.
And as I turned to you you smiled at me
How could we say no?
Whoa the fun to have,
To live the dreams we've always had.
Whoa the songs to sing,
When we at last return again.

We swept New York a glancing kiss,
To those who claim they know.
Under the streets the steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hold.
Whoa to sail away,

(Jones/Page/Plant)

Oh she's my baby, Let me tell you why
Hey, she drives me crazy, She's the apple of my eye
'Cause she is my girl, And she can never do wrong
If I dream too much at night, Somebody please bring me down

Hey, I love that little lady, I got to be her fool
Ain't no other like my baby, I can break the golden rule
'Cause I get down on my knees, Oh, I pray that love won't die