A tired old man with a Bible in his hand Said, Lay me down upon the cool green moss My eyes can see that river flowing through the Promised Land. I'm just looking for a shallow place to cross I'm just testing out the water; I'm just waiting for the tide I can see my friends a waving to me from the other side I can't understand why you're so sad; I just can't see the loss I'm walking up and down the banks of that Jordan River Looking for a place to cross! The old man took his rest with his Bible on his chest He shivered as he clutched me by the hand I just stepped into the water, and it chills me to the bone But the sun is shining on the Promised Land! Now, when I die, when I bid this world goodbye, And they come to lower this old body down, Now don't you weep, son, don't you cry for me