Land Of My Sojourn

"And the coal trucks come a-runnin' 
With their bellies full of coal 
And their big wheels a-hummin' 
Down this road that lies open like the soul of a 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 them 
and I'll sing my song ~ and I'll sing my song 
In the land of my sojourn 

And the lady in the harbor 
She still holds her torch out 
To those huddled masses who are 
Yearning for a freedom that still eludes them 
The immigrant's 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, and 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 call you my country 
And I'll be lonely for my home 
And I wish that I could take you there with me 

And down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alley 
All those drain pipes are drippin' out the last Sons Of Thunder 
While off in the distance the smoke stacks 
Were belching back this city's best answer 

And the countryside was pocked 
With all of those mail pouch posters 
Thrown up on the rotting sideboards of 
These rundown stables like the one that Christ was born in 
When the old world started dying 
And the new world started coming on 
And I'll sing His song, and I'll sing His song 
In the land of my sojourn 

In the land of my sojourn 
And I will sing His song 
In the land of my sojourn"