[Verse 1] I was walkin’ down the long road With a stone beneath my head, Dreamt a ladder up to daylight Where the wild angels tread. Woke up with the sky wide open, Sunlight spillin’ on the sand— Heard a whisper in the morning, “Boy, you’re walkin’ in promised land.” [Verse 2] Came to a well in the valley, Met a girl with a shepherd’s grace, Eyes like a storm in summer And a smile I still can’t chase. Said I’d work for seven summers Just to stand there by her side— But the night has a way of changin’ Who’s sleepin’ in the morning light. [Chorus] Roll on, river Jordan breeze, Carry my name where you please. I’ll sing for the lost and the low, For the ones only heaven might know. The world keeps turnin’ its wheel, Truth gonna show what it shows— And the lowly rise up in time, That’s the tune every wanderer knows. [Verse 3] Old Laban played his shuffle, Slick hands and a crooked grin, Changed the wages every season— Still I kept my peace within. Spotted sheep and speckled blessings, Luck runnin’ wild in the field, Sometimes mercy comes a-creepin’ In the corners men conceal. [Verse 4] Some folks trust in the thunder, Some trust in the strength of kings, I’ve seen tyrants fall like sparrows When the dawn sets fire to things. Every echo in the mountains Sings a justice slow but true— Put your ear down close to the earth, Hear the world come singin’ through. [Chorus] Roll on, river Jordan breeze, Carry my name where you please. I’ll sing for the lost and the low, For the ones only heaven might know. The world keeps turnin’ its wheel, Truth gonna show what it shows— And the lowly rise up in time, That’s the tune every wanderer knows. [Bridge — Jam-Style] Well I fled that midnight valley, Stars burning holes through the sky, Every footstep felt like thunder Under Jacob’s weary stride. But a man met me in the twilight— Or a shadow, or a flame— Wrestled me down to the riverbank, Whispered hope into my name. [Final Chorus] Roll on, gentle wind of the east, Guide all the broken and least. I’ll sing till the long night is done, Till the heavy find rest in the sun. The wheel keeps hummin’ its tune, Blessings bloom out of the dust— And the nameless will rise again When the wanderers learn to trust.
