They walked out of Jerusalem
Unto the hills their souls desire
They are tramping out of Samaria
Seeking peace from the wilderness in Rome
Hear the descents of Sapphira
See a damsel in their midst
I’m thrilled by her sonorous voice
I will bid my way to her road
And call her by her name
I will sing the song of their damsel
And share her moment with her
I will wash my robe in her river
And draw my canteen full of water
And we will be at home at last.