I lay my burdens down,
down at the water’s landing
the promised land is found
with no dictums or demanding
come cross the River Jordan
to peace and understanding
We gather gently by
God’s yearning sons and daughters
Neither male nor female am I
when I wade into these waters
But spirit, soft and solid
Returning to mother and father
Come along to the water’s edge
where we may drink of purity
and cross together to that promised land
where love will reign and sorrow cease
and burdens are quickly forgotten
as they’re washed away to sea
by the undulating tones
of the melody
of peace.
