Abraham, Martin and John/Precious Memories
Has anybody her, seen my old friend Abraham
Can you tell me where he's gone
He freed a lotta people
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around, and he's gone
Has anybody her, seen my old friend John
Can you tell me where he's gone
He freed a lotta people
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around, and he's gone
Has anybody her, seen my old friend Martin
Can you tell me where he's gone
He freed a lotta people
Ut it seems the good die young
I just looked around, and he's gone
Didn't you love the things they stood for
Didn't they try to find some
Good for you and me and we'll be free
Someday soon it's gonna be one day
Has anybody here, seen my old friend Bobby
Can you tell me where he's gone
Thought I saw him walking up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin and John
Precious memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
Then, the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold