A tired old man with a Bible in his hand
Said, Lay me down upon the cool green moss
My eyes can see that river flowing through the Promised Land.
I'm just looking for a shallow place to cross
I'm just testing out the water; I'm just waiting for the tide
I can see my friends a waving to me from the other side
I can't understand why you're so sad; I just can't see the loss
I'm walking up and down the banks of that Jordan River
Looking for a place to cross!
The old man took his rest with his Bible on his chest
He shivered as he clutched me by the hand
I just stepped into the water, and it chills me to the bone
But the sun is shining on the Promised Land!
Now, when I die, when I bid this world goodbye,
And they come to lower this old body down,
Now don't you weep, son, don't you cry for me