If it's water that will cleanse   I will take you down to the river bend   and we'll jump right in   let the current bind and overwhelm us   and see the golden lights, once or twice      when we're weeds and ash   when we're a finite silver dress   over rocks and cracks   who will know our shoulder blades and boulders      don't say I didn't try   I tried, your grief has made me blind      I am talking about the lonesome   how they walk over graves always   I am talking about the lonesome   the way those paper flowers fade   I am talking about forgiveness   and they do it away with shame      no more graves   no more graves   no more graves   How you like it now on the shores of Jordan   How you like it now on the shores of Jordan   How you like it now on the shores of Jordan   Children come home out of the canyon      no more graves   no more graves   no more graves   How you like it now on the shores of Jordan   How you like it now on the shores of Jordan   How you like it now on the shores of Jordan   Children come home out of the canyon