Far From the Promised Land

Sitting on the bank, watch the waters go
Headed up north from the Shenando’
Try to hold on ‘fore these things all pass
The last are the first when the first go last
The last are the first when the first go last

Night draws near, rain falls hard
These two legs have journeyed far
I pray, “please Lord, take my hand”
I am far from the promised land

Wind on the water and wind in the trees
Wind gonna blow me down to my knees
Blowin’ all the way to kingdom come
Not my will but yours be done
Not my will but yours be done

Night draws near, rain falls hard
These two legs have journeyed far
I pray, “please Lord, take my hand”
I am far from the promised land

I told Peter and I told Paul
That I’ll join in the building with my hammer and saw
The water is rushing and the wind does blow
But it’s a long, long walk from the Shenando’
Oh it’s a long, long walk from the Shenando’

Night draws near, rain falls hard
These two legs have journeyed far
I pray, “please Lord, take my hand”
I am far from the promised land

© Seth Thomas Crissman and Gregory J. Yoder, 2016