Geva Alon The Jordan River
went down to see an aching woman in her twilight days
and i meant to feed her hope while the guitar played
with a shuttered glance she told me
we shall meet again
on the banks of Jordan's River
i went down to see The Jordan River
as her words foretold
but I'm searching still as the cold wind blows
to find The Jordan River
and my soul
now i know that she is watching from long ago
and i hold my head up high, see there's always a choice
in her sorrow she reminds me that i must go on
'til i find that misty river
i went down to see The Jordan River
as her words foretold
but I'm searching still as the cold wind blows
to find the Jordan river
and my soul
