Lyrics

Last night was a rocky one Tonight is coming soon Rain keeps falling heavy on my head My brothers and my sisters Holding hands and marching on It's the only thing that gets me out of bed And I may cross the River Jordan I may face the rising tide Well I've got a simple plan To get us through these stormy days Hold on to each other, find a way We got to hold on to each other, find a way We've got the preachers on the left The politicians on the right And the news shouts panic everywhere we turn When the ones who talk the loudest Also pay themselves the most You better question What they're trying to make you learn And I may cross the River Jordan I may face the rising tide When the cards are on the table There's only one good hand to play Hold on to each other, find a way We got to hold on to each other, find a way Well I am marching for tomorrow But sometimes I do despair That I don't possess the will to carry on But my brothers and my sisters Keep me tethered to the wheel And I know they'll keep on singing when I'm gone And I may cross the River Jordan I may face the rising tide Let our voices be a beacon 'Til we live in better days Hold on to each other, find a way In our darkest hour This is what we must relay Hold on to each other, find a way Through the toughest hurdles These eight words are all you have to say Hold on to each other, find a way We got to hold on to each other, find a way We got to hold on to each other, find a way
Writer(s): Adam Ezra Olshansky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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