My name comes from the soil where the Jordan River flows And on each side of the river, theres a house that a man calls home And their homes are built on the earth and stone And the earth and stone catch the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray My name stands for glory and a city thats paved with gold. Thats a gold that stands for wanting what the other man calls his own And the war is waged over earth and stone And the blood is spilt like the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray And each man prays quite the same One man kneels, one bows his head And they built walls quite like a cage And on each side a different name is said My name it speaks a language that is almost as old as time And through that time and its telling comes a story and a great divide For the words were carved in the earth and stone And they pass through the land like the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems wall And in those walls each man goes to pray And each man builds his wall of stone That it wont break like he breaks bread It matters not which side youre on It makes no difference to a man whos not been fed. My name tells the story of a giant overthrown A small boy who knows not glory A young shepherd and a younger son And the giant fell by the slinging stone And the tears of joy fell like rain And the rain still falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray