Jericho

When we came upon the plain

You could hear the children sayin'

"There's no way we're gonna take that city there"



'Cause there's nothin' but the winds

Going out and coming in

Oh the ramparts reachin' that far, love in the air



The city, like a drum

Was beaten by the long arm of the sun

The long arm of the sun



Through the clouds of dust we raised

We marched around that place for days

The priests they blow on their ram's horns now and again



[But the sound] we made

So from above they watched amazed

It's like race of [praise] beseiged them



We went down as a route

We raised those walls with nothing but a shout

With nothing but a shout



But the city, like a drum

Was beaten by the long arm of the sun

The long arm of the sun