MY brudder sittin' on de tree of life An' he yearde when Jordan roll. Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, Roll, Jordan, roll! O march de angel march; O my soul arise in Heaven, Lord, For to yearde when Jordan roll. Little chil'en, learn to fear de Lord, And let your days be long. Roll, Jordan, etc. O let no false nor spiteful word Be found upon your tongue. Roll, Jordan, etc. |