He walked alone up the rocky road,
|
To find the place, to read the stone,
|
And bring the word back, from the top of the mountain,
|
Where it would be;
|
|
The lightning struck, and the thunder roared,
|
As he lifted it up,
|
In the name of the Lord,
|
And many waited for the new revelation,
|
They are ready to go, they're going home;
|
|
And the rivers of Abraham are running free,
|
With the dawn of a waking man, and destiny,
|
To the garden of Eden, and Paradise,
|
We will never be broken, and we will never die;
|
|
We cross the bridge to the silver bird,
|
And say goodbye to the ones that we love,
|
No skies or oceans in the place we are going,
|
Like seeds on the wind;
|
|
The time has come, we shut the door,
|
We are ready to go, in the name of the Lord
|
A world is waiting for a new destination,
|
We are ready to go, we're going home;
|
|
And the rivers of Abraham are running free,
|
With the dawn of a waking man, and destiny,
|
To the garden of Eden and Paradise,
|
We will never be broken and we will never die;
|
|
And the rivers of Abraham, are running free,
|
With the dawn of a waking man and destiny,
|
To the garden of Eden and Paradise,
|
We will never be broken,
|
We will never die,
|
|
And the rivers of Abraham are running free,
|
With the dawn of a waking man, and destiny,
|
To the garden of Eden and Paradise
|
We will never be broken and we will never die.
|
|
-----------------
|
The Rivers Of Abraham
|
| Chris De Burgh |
