LYRIC

O, Brothers blow your horns
And well meet at the river Jordan
When the walls come down around this town
I'll see you in the morning

Let the water wash my sin from me
I'm a sinner word and deed

Come on Sisters please forgive me
I can help my wandering

These walls all should be crumbling
'Cause I've walked around this city seven times
And now I've try to bide my time
While I'm waiting for your glory

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