You Let My Love Get Cold - Dinah Washington, Quincy Jones And His Orchestra

Don’t let my love grow cold

I’m calling out, light the fire again

Don’t let my vision die

I’m calling out, light the fire again

You know my heart, my deeds

I’m calling out, light the fire again

I need your discipline

I’m calling out, light the fire again

I am here to buy gold

refined in the fire

Naked and poor,

wretched and blind I come

Clothe me in white

So I won’t be ashamed

Lord, light the fire again