Rich Mullins - Land Of My Sojourn Lyrics
And the coal trucks come a-runnin'With their bellies full of coalAnd their big wheels a-hummin'Down this road that lies open like the soul of a womanWho hid the spies who were lookin'For the land of the milk and the honeyAnd this road she is a womanShe was made from a ribCut from the sides of these mountainsOh these great sleeping AdamsWho are lonely even here in paradiseLonely for somebody to kiss themand I'll sing my song, and I'll sing my songIn the land of my sojournAnd the lady in the harborShe still holds her torch outTo those huddled masses who areYearning for a freedom that still eludes themThe immigrant's children see their brightest dreams shatteredHere on the New Jersey shoreline in theGreed and the glitter of those high-tech casinosBut some mendicants wander off into a cathedralAnd they stoop in the silenceAnd there their prayers are still whisperedAnd I'll sing their song, and I'll sing their songIn the land of my sojournNobody tells you when you get born hereHow much you'll come to love itAnd how you'll never belong hereSo I call you my countryAnd I'll be lonely for my homeAnd I wish that I could take you there with meAnd down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alleyAll those drain pipes are drippin' out the last Sons Of ThunderWhile off in the distance the smoke stacksWere belching back this city's best answerAnd the countryside was pockedWith all of those mail pouch postersThrown up on the rotting sideboards ofThese rundown stables like the one that Christ was born inWhen the old world started dying -aca
