river jordan, won't you wake my pharoah
so he can teach my people
to walk the straight and narrow
in a horse drawn carriage
past the morgue, past the parish
back to the land that i once knew
far past these fields of bloody snow
it's not fair to keep it hid
to when the world was black
oh lord, oh lord, i wanna go
back to the land i once knew
far past these fields of bloody snow
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