Go Where I Send Thee - Golden Gate Quartet, Pierre Michelot, Christian Garros

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee one by one.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee two by two.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee three by three.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee four by four.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee five by five.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee six by six.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee seven by seven.

Seven for the prayers we send up to Heaven.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee eight by eight.

Eight for the girl who just wouldn’t wait.

Seven for the prayers we send up to Heaven.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee nine by nine.

Nine for the miles we ride our bikes.

Eight for the girl who just wouldn’t wait.

Seven for the prayers we send up to Heaven.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee ten by ten.

Ten for the Ten Commandments.

Nine for the miles we ride our bikes.

Eight for the girl who just wouldn’t wait.

Seven for the prayers we send up to Heaven.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee eleven by eleven.

Eleven for the eleven deriders.

Ten for the Ten Commandments.

Nine for the miles we ride our bikes.

Eight for the girl who just wouldn’t wait.

Seven for the prayers we send up to Heaven.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.

Children go where I send thee.

How shall I send thee?

I’m gonna send thee twelve by twelve.

Twelve for the twelve apostles.

Eleven for the eleven deriders.

Ten for the Ten Commandments.

Nine for the miles we ride our bikes.

Eight for the girl who just wouldn’t wait.

Seven for the prayers we send up to Heaven.

Six for the books that we call sticks.

Five for Alma who came back alive.

Four for the Lord that stands at the door.

Three for the tree in Lehi’s dream.

Two for Alma and Amulek.

One for the little bitty baby.

Born, born, born in Bethlehem.