My name comes from the soil where the Jordan River flows
And on each side of the river, theres a house that a man calls home
And their homes are built on the earth and stone
And the earth and stone catch the rain
And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls
And in those walls each man goes to pray
My name stands for glory and a city thats paved with gold.
Thats a gold that stands for wanting what the other man calls his own
And the war is waged over earth and stone
And the blood is spilt like the rain
And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls
And in those walls each man goes to pray
And each man prays quite the same
One man kneels, one bows his head
And they built walls quite like a cage
And on each side a different name is said
My name it speaks a language that is almost as old as time
And through that time and its telling comes a story and a great divide
For the words were carved in the earth and stone
And they pass through the land like the rain
And the rain it falls on Jerusalems wall
And in those walls each man goes to pray
And each man builds his wall of stone
That it wont break like he breaks bread
It matters not which side youre on
It makes no difference to a man whos not been fed.
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My name tells the story of a giant overthrown
A small boy who knows not glory
A young shepherd and a younger son
And the giant fell by the slinging stone
And the tears of joy fell like rain
And the rain still falls on Jerusalems walls
And in those walls each man goes to pray