A song I wrote a while ago as a musical reflection along the same lines of this post.
Dirty Jordan
Dirty Jordan, lying in the sun
with her grave shroud on
Crooked curves on broken banks,
what have we done?
Can you wash clean this dirty water
Can you drench down these thirsty lands
Can you wade through this holy river
Till you heal the hands of dirty Jordan?
Old man river crawling through the land
with his soul sucked dry
It's a long way home through stone and sand,
can you afford to cry?
Can you wash clean this dirty water
Can you drench down these thirsty lands
Can you wade through this holy river
Till you heal the hands of dirty Jordan?
Dirty Jordan, waiting for the Son
who wqas baptized by you
A drop of blood from his flowing veins
And he will baptize you
Can you wash clean this dirty water
Can you drench down these thirsty lands
Can you wade through this holy river
Till you heal the hands of dirty Jordan?
Musical Monday (I)
Labels: environment, music, songwriting
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