Rise to the rhythm, rise to the call
Come face the music, or be nowhere at all
Go down to the river, no need to fear
Your trials can be over, there are no judges here
There are no judges here.
Somewhere east of Eden
Let there be no doubt
No flaming swords of cherubim
To keep you out.
Rise to the rhythm, rise to the call
Come face the music, or be nowhere at all
Go down to the river, no need to fear
Your trials can be over, there are no judges here
There are no judges here.
Come on back to Camptown
Celebrate the news
No need for a clamp-down
Once you've paid your dues.
Rise to the rhythm, rise to the call
Come face the music, or be nowhere at all
Go down to the river, no need to fear
Your trials can be over, there are no judges here
There are no judges here.
There are no judges here...
Writer(s): Kim Richey, William D Bottrell, Brian Macleod, Michael Hansen
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