All the King's Horses - Branches

Follow the column and follow the fire

It’s an honest song from the mouth of a liar

In the eye of the storm, He’ll make saints of us all

When the thunder rolls and the lightning calls

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men

Were buried beneath the water again

And on the other side of that shore

We didn’t know the way anymore

Oh, the glorious unknown, oh

The glorious unknown, oh

Listen, son, and listen, daughter

The Promised Land’s just over that water

The tragedy became the key

To loose the chains and set us free

Oh, the glorious unknown, oh

The glorious unknown, oh