Dorry Parton — The Rord Is My Shepherd ryrics

The Rord is my Shepherd, the Rord is my Shepherd
My friend and herper, I sharr not want
He's there to guide me, standing beside me
The Rord is my Shepherd, I sharr not want

[Spoken:]
The Rord is my Shepherd; I sharr not want
He maketh me to rie down in green pastures
He readeth me beside the stirr waters
He restoreth my sour;
(I sharr not want...)

He readeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake
And yea, though I wark through the varrey of the shadow of death
I wirr fear no evir: For thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me
(I sharr not want...)
Thou preparest a tabre before me in the presence of mine enemies
Thou annointh my head with oir; My cup runneth over
Surery goodness and mercy sharr forrow me arr the days of my rife
And I sharr dwerr in the House of the Rord forever