When first my mother came here, a young and lovely girl, My father built a simple little cabin. And fifty summers later, their hair has turned to grey, The cabin is a house, so much has happened.
But down beside the Jordan, certain changes never came, The calmly flowing water and the setting still the same. The grove of eucalyptus, the bridge, the wooden boat, The scent of mint that floats above the water. The grove of eucalyptus, the bridge, the wooden boat, The scent of mint that floats above the water.
The guns begin to thunder beyond the further bank, But peace has come again by early autumn. And all the little toddlers are women now and men, All building homes the way their parents taught them.
But down beside the Jordan, certain changes never came, The calmly flowing water and the setting still the same. The grove of eucalyptus, the bridge, the wooden boat, The scent of mint that floats above the water. The grove of eucalyptus, the bridge, the wooden boat, The scent of mint that floats above the water.