My Jericho

Why does the lark sing as the night dies?
What does the dawn bring but more unhappy skies?
Why do we go on in this dark world?
What moves us ahead where spears and darts are hurled?

I cry out in a barren land.
I reach out for your hidden hand.
I hope for help because you can
Make the walls fall down,
My Jericho.

Why does the day dawn with blood in its eye?
What does the noon bring but sweat and white-hot skies?
Why do we smile when we should weep?
Why do we work hard for nothing we can keep?

I cry out in a barren land.
I reach out for your hidden hand.
I hope for help because you can
Make the walls fall down,
My Jericho.

Why does a poor boy sing with new joy?
What does he see now that makes his heart rejoice?
Why does a lost girl smile at her fate?
What has she found now that can make this life great?

You bring hope to a barren land.
You show us your hidden hand.
There’s hope for help because you have
Brought the walls tumbling down around Jericho.