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