On the edges of these stormy banks, I stand
And cast a wishful eye
For I see a fair and happy land
And that's where my heart does lie
Where the orchards and fields that never fail
And the olive and lemon trees grow
Where the rocks and the streams, the brooks and the vales,
And the milk and the honey flow
I'm bound for the promised land, my friends
I'm bound for the promised land
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I'm bound for the promised land
Oh, this new world can let us down
And its gifts are not always free
But I dream of the sights, the scents, and the sounds
And turn my thoughts to the east
I'm bound for the promised land, my friends
I'm bound for the promised land
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I'm bound for the promised land
In days when love seems only a jest
And hope turns callously cold
Will I remember I'm one on a holy quest
And return with the stones of the old?
I'm bound for the promised land, my friends
I'm bound for the promised land
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I'm bound for the promised land
I'm bound for the promised land, my friends
I'm bound for the promised land
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I'm bound for the promised land
'Cause I'm bound for the promised land!