Текст песни «Land Of My Sojourn» от Rich Mullins

Представляем точный текст композиции "Land Of My Sojourn" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rich Mullins . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Land Of My Sojourn» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rich Mullins передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Rich Mullins - "Land Of My Sojourn"

Lyrics to Land Of My Sojourn :

And the coal trucks come a-runnin 

With their bellies full of coal 

And their big wheels a-hummin 

Down this road that lies open like the soul of a woman 

Who hid the spies who were lookin 

For the land of the milk and the honey 

And this road she is a woman 

She was made from a rib 

Cut from the sides of these mountains 

Oh these great sleeping Adams 

Who are lonely even here in paradise 

Lonely for somebody to kiss them 

and Ill sing my song, and Ill sing my song 

In the land of my sojourn 



And the lady in the harbor 

She still holds her torch out 

To those huddled masses who are 

Yearning for a freedom that still eludes them 

The immigrants children see their brightest dreams shattered 

Here on the New Jersey shoreline in the 

Greed and the glitter of those high-tech casinos 

But some mendicants wander off into a cathedral 

And they stoop in the silence 

And there their prayers are still whispered 

And Ill sing their song, and Ill sing their song 

In the land of my sojourn 



Nobody tells you when you get born here 

How much youll come to love it 

And how youll never belong here 

So I call you my country 

And Ill be lonely for my home 

And I wish that I could take you there with me 



And down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alley 

All those drain pipes are drippin out the last Sons Of Thunder 

While off in the distance the smoke stacks 

Were belching back this citys best answer 



And the countryside was pocked 

With all of those mail pouch posters 

Thrown up on the rotting sideboards of 

These rundown stables like the one that Christ was born in 

When the old world started dying 

And the new world started coming on 

And Ill sing His song, and Ill sing His song 

In the land of my sojourn 



In the land of my sojourn 

And I will sing His song 

In the land of my sojourn


[ Land Of My Sojourn Lyrics  ]

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