Thursday, January 20, 2011

Land Of My Sojourn

And the coal trucks come runnin'
With their bellies full of coal
And their big wheels a-hummin'
Down this road that lies open
Like the soul of the woman
Who hid the spies who were lookin' for
The land of the milk and the honey

And this road she is a woman
She was made from a rib
Cut from the sides of these mountains
Oh! these great sleeping Adams
Who are lonely even here in paradise
Lonely for somebody to kiss 'em
And I'll sing my song
Yes, I'll sing my song
In the land of my sojourn

Now the lady in the harbor
She still holds her torch out to these
Huddled masses who are
Yearning for the freedom
That still eludes them
The immigrants children see their
Brightest dreams shattered

Here on the New Jersey shoreline
In the greed and the glitter of those
High-Tech casinos but some
Mendicants wander off
Into a cathedral
And they stoop in the silence and there
Their prayers are still whispered
And I'll sing their song
Yes, I'll sing their song
In the land of my sojourn

Nobody tells you
When you get born here
How much you'll come to love it
And how you'll never belong here
So I'll call you my country
And I'll be lonely for my home
I wish that I could take you there with me

And down the brown brick spine
Of some dirty blind alley
All these drainpipes are drippin' out
The last sons of thunder
While off in the distance
The smokestacks are belching back
This city's best answer

And the countryside was pocked
With all of those mailpouch posters
Thrown up on the rotting sideboards
Of these rundown stables
Like the one that Christ was born in
When the old world started dyin'
And the new world started comin' on
And I'll sing His song
Yes, I'll sing His song
In the land of my sojourn

-Rich Mullins

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