Robert Lester Folsom
Jericho
Far from the sounds of my ups and downs
My quiet place
Jericho
Where I can be what I want to be
My quiet place
Jericho
Where the air is fresh and clear
And the wind is blowing soft
And I can somehow sense [?]
Jericho
Far from the cares of my here and there’s
My quiet place
Jericho
Where I can feel what I know is real
My quiet place
Jericho
Where the trees are tall and green
And the sun is warm and close
And I can somehow sense [?]
Jericho