Bert Jansch Promised Land
Well, I had a dream the other night
I felt that I saw Jesus in the balm of God
And maybe I could be mistaken
He would not smile upon me nor take my hand
While I stand here all alone deep in the darkness
Saint Peter buzz away into the promised land
An angel calls my name from deep beneath the earth
Come give to me your soul I'll tell you what it's worth
I've been a drunken fool I've broken every rule
And now what seems to be right turns out to be wrong
Don't let my soul down, oh God, I do confess
Don't let me suffer here the Devil wants soul
If I could ask of you a simple question
I do not want to bug you nor waste your time
I sit here drinking among my fellow men
They all seem happy to me, what is the sin?
The largest sacred brook, alive with fish I know
A sacred hand's above and the outside is dark
Pray tell me who you are, what is your memory?
Don't you know that sin has been my favorite time?
I dreamed that I'd a dream [?]
And all I've ever known I wasn't to forget
