We’d see him in the distance on the trail along the rim His silver head against the mountain sky And Grandma’s face would open up when she saw that it was him and she’d say Danny grab a chair it’s Mordecai
It seemed to me he brought a country store there on his back As he laid it all before us on the ground And I knew he’d finally reach into that ragged old back pack For the candy that he always brought around
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He said my Papa was a wandering Jew And it’s my fate to be one too I’ll roam these mountain trails until I die Perhaps one day I’ll see my home Then he smiled and turned to go And we all said goodbye to Mordecai
One evening when he stayed with us I saw him at his prayers As the last light trickled through the cabin door He stood before the little yellow candle burning there Softly speaking words I’d never hear before And I told him how my Grandma said it troubled her mind so Such a fine man wasn’t washed in the blood of the lamb He smiled and said tell Grandma if it pleases her to know That she and I both pray to the God of Abraham
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It’s been so long now since I’ve left that hillside far behind For a place I’ve never truly called my home And more and more these days I see him walking in my mind Through the misty mountain distance all alone
Chorus Mordecai was a wandering Jew in my own way I am one too I hope to make it home before I die And if I finally find my way I’ll light a candle at his grave And say one more goodbye to Mordecai