I left jerusalemlast week for jericho



In the afternoonthe sun was getting low



And then the bushes shookand out they came at me



They were robbing half nakedwhile they beat me head to toe



And they left me on the road to jericho.



Lying almost slainand wounded by the road



Crying out in pain for a sympathetic soul



First a priestand another of my kind



Well they were men I could have trustedbut they left me deaf and blind



They were strangers on the road to jericho.



Through the blood and tearsI saw a worried face



He was from samariamy people hate his race



He bandaged up my wounds and laid me on his horse



Although my memory is cloudyI still can feel his friendly flow



Such a kind man on the road to jericho.



When I later asked the innkeeper the man's name he did not know



Just a neighbor on the road to jericho.