Promised Land (1997)

Oh, who will come and go with me
And we will sail the raging sea
And we will sail for the West Country
And the fields of the golden apple trees

Oh, sit right back, and I’ll tell tales
All about the brave ones who set sail
Before the big jet planes, and the cable TVs
Before the days of the gated communities

Oh, the promised land [2nd x] Oh, the promised land
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye, oh And cast a wishful eye, oh
And cast a wishful eye, oh And cast a wishful eye, oh
And cast a wishful eye, oh
They found a land of milk and honey
And fields of someone else’s money
Well the grandkids finally got the milk and the honey
Now their kids just say, “Show me the money”

When I was a kid my American dream
Was to be the little angel at the top of the tree
Where the bells would ring and the choir would sing
And the congregation would all join in

In the first part of a century
My grandparents sailed the raging sea
And cast their eyes for the West Country
And dreamed of the golden apple trees

But things got bad in ’33
And my grandpa sailed back for the old country
He left my mama and the family
And a back yard full of apple trees

And my Grandma died when I was three
And her sweet face I never did see
In a two-story house in a northern city
She sailed away for the next journey

Oh, the promised land
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye, oh
And cast a wishful eye, oh
To Canaan’s fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie, oh
Where I can read my title clear
And wipe my weeping eye, oh
And wipe my weeping eye, oh
And wipe my weeping eye, oh

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