On the banks of Bok Chitto
I stand
And watch its muddy flow.
Beneath its surface
Stand the rocks,
A path, so I may go.

In the woods across
The river swift,
I hear this mournful song.
I join the slaves
Who come to pray
And for their freedom long.

Chorus:

I am bound
For the Promised Land,
Yes, I am.
I am bound
For the Promised Land.
Oh, who will come
And go with me?
I am bound
For the Promised Land.