Land of My Sojourn Songtext

von Jars of Clay

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, 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
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 a new rule started coming in 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'll sing his song in the land of my sojourn