Precious little, precious few,
Don't worry 'cos the majority doesn't think like you
You're one in a million, but not one of the crowd,
Yet your whispered opinions speak so loud,
Precious little, precious few.
Precious little, precious few.
Wide is the gate and broad is the way
That leads to destruction where so many go astray.
But strait is the gate and narrow is the way
That leads to life, and how many find it? Who are they?
Precious little, precious few,
Precious little, precious few.
The words of the wise are heard in quiet,
More than the cry of those who rule among the fools.
But who will be faithful, who will be true?
At the end of the day who will stand by you,
Precious little, precious few,
Precious little, precious few.
Precious little.
