Last night was a rocky one
Tonight is coming soon
Rain keeps falling heavy on my head
My brothers and my sisters
Holding hands and marching on
It's the only thing that gets me out of bed
And I may cross the River Jordan
I may face the rising tide
Well I've got a simple plan
To get us through these stormy days
Hold on to each other, find a way
We got to hold on to each other, find a way
We've got the preachers on the left
The politicians on the right
And the news shouts panic everywhere we turn
When the ones who talk the loudest
Also pay themselves the most
You better question
What they're trying to make you learn
And I may cross the River Jordan
I may face the rising tide
When the cards are on the table
There's only one good hand to play
Hold on to each other, find a way
We got to hold on to each other, find a way
Well I am marching for tomorrow
But sometimes I do despair
That I don't possess the will to carry on
But my brothers and my sisters
Keep me tethered to the wheel
And I know they'll keep on singing when I'm gone
And I may cross the River Jordan
I may face the rising tide
Let our voices be a beacon
'Til we live in better days
Hold on to each other, find a way
In our darkest hour
This is what we must relay
Hold on to each other, find a way
Through the toughest hurdles
These eight words are all you have to say
Hold on to each other, find a way
We got to hold on to each other, find a way
We got to hold on to each other, find a way