Standing so I can see them beneath the morning sky
All those who seek to climb so high
To insure the river Jordan will not run dry
All of the tears run out of the valley high
Oh a den Mesada! I fear the War’s out
Tell Father they’ve come, oh tell Mother they’ve come
Lord forgive they for they have stamped on the ocean
Oh forgive them who trampled by the way side
Lord forgive them who trot upon the ocean
Lord forgive them for all of dem a they don’t know
They sit there robbing de poor
We shall stand upon the lies they told
Rocking the boat that they stole,