O Canaan, sweet Canaan

O Canaan, sweet Canaan,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.

Gonna lay down my sword and shield,
Down by the riverside,
I ain't gonna study war no more.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
and cast a wishful eye
to Canaan's fair and happy land,
where my possessions lie.

No chilling winds, no pois'nous breathe
can reach that healtful shore;
sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
are felt and feared no more.

Eit løfte om eit lovet land som aldri har vært og heller aldri vil verte realisert på denne siden av æva.