| Lay me down beside cool water |
| And lay to rest my body sore |
| Send word out to my brothers |
| The fire is down, let it burn no more |
| Let me be ready Lord when the call comes in |
| When the sirens wail and the engines strain |
| When the smoke is thick and the air is thin |
| When innocent lives in the balance hang |
| I've trained hard Lord and I've learned well |
| That I'm just one part of a human chain |
| Though it's been forged in the fires of hell |
| Still I've known fear Lord and i've prayed for rain |
| If my brother goes down Lord let me be near |
| Won't you let me have what the flames demand |
| Won't you give hime voice, O Lord, and let me hear |
| And give me the reach Lord for his outstretched hand |
| Let me be ready Lord if it comes my turn |
| Won't you let me be strong, let me not complain |
| Won't you let me go in and with a child return |
| Take me young, Lord, but not in vain |