I
left Jerusalem last week for Jericho In the afternoon the sun was getting low And
then the bushes shook and out they came at me They were robbing me half naked While
they beat me head to toe And they left me on the road to Jericho
Lying almost slain and wounded by the road Crying out in pain for a sympathetic soul
First a priest and then another of my kind Well they were men I could have trusted
But they acted deaf and blind They were strangers on the road to Jericho Oh,
Jericho Jericho Oh, Jericho Oh, Jericho Blood
and tears, I saw a worried face He was from Samaria, but my people hate his race
He bandaged up my wounds, and he laid me on his horse Though my memory is cloudy,
I can still feel his friendly glow Such a kind man on the road to Jericho
Jericho Later asked the innkeeper the man's name It did not know, just a
neighbor on the road to Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Oh, Jericho