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CMy name comes from the sDmoil where the JAmordan River flGows And on eCach side of the Dmriver, theres a Amhouse that a man calls hGome
And their hFomes are buCilt on the Cearth G/Band sAmtone And the eFarth and sCtone catch the Grain And the rFain it fCalls on JeCrusalG/Bems waAmlls And iFn those walls each mGan goes to prCay
My name stands for glory and a city thats paved with gold. Thats a gold that stands for wanting what the other man calls his own And the war is waged over earth and stone And the blood is spilt like the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray
And each man prAmays quite the saFme One man kneCels, one bows his hGead And they built waAmlls quite like a cFage And on Ceach side a different name is saGid
My name it speaks a language that is almost as old as time And through that time and its telling comes a story and a great divide For the words were carved in the earth and stone And they pass through the land like the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems wall And in those walls each man goes to pray And each man builds his wall of stone That it wont break like he breaks bread It matters not which side youre on It makes no difference to a man whos not been fed. |F C|F C|F C|G C| My name tells the story of a giant overthrown A small boy who knows not glory A young shepherd and a younger son And the giant fell by the slinging stone And the tears of joy fell like rain And the rain still falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray