It’s been raining several days now
Since I’m working it won’t matter
When it rains the trees get crazy
and the river gets much fatter
These are some signs by the road
We’ve been looking out the window
And I’ll soon be out there, walking
I’m not judging how the wind blows
as the rain’s been softly falling
It’s not a time for a show
Signs by the road
I see signs by the road the
blind never know
highways and side streets we go down
Sunday, I’ll be by the river
It’s a metaphor for living
or a story or a picture
riding by the mighty river
Here, in a land dry as bone
The lame ones shall leap like a deer
And the thirsty land shall become springs of water
in the home of jackals, in its resting place
And the highway is for them, the poor ones going in the way
even foolish ones shall not go astray
No lion shall be there, and no violent beast
But ones being redeemed shall walk there
And ones being ransomed by Jehovah shall return
And sorrow and sighing shall flee
The lame ones shall leap like a deer
From Isaiah 35