Nashville Tribute Band feat. David Osmond, Ryan Shupe & the Rubberband -
Joseph - A Nashville Tribute to the Prophet
American Dreams
I've heard my name crossing the waters
Calling from somewhere that I've never been
I met a young man on a corner in Dublin
He told me the heavens have opened again
Now I'm waving farewell to my sweet Ireland
'Cause somewhere there's a prophet
In a place they call Kirtland
And he's building a temple to worship my God
And I'm filled with new scripture
Angels and heavenly things
Wrapped up in American dreams
Ohhhhh!
I kissed the ground when I reached Ellis Island
White snow was falling from a cold winter sky
I asked a man how to get to Ohio
He said 'Son all the work's in those Virginia mines'
I said 'It's more than a job that I've got on my mind'
Somewhere there's a prophet
In a place they call Kirtland
And he's building a temple to worship my God
And I'm filled with new scripture
Angles and heavenly things
Wrapped up in American dreams
It seemed like a lifetime for my feet to travel
The last twenty miles into town
And tears filled my eyes
When Joseph reached out for my hand
And said 'Welcome my friend.'
And now I know there's a prophet
In a place they call Kirtland
And I'm building a temple to worship my God
And I'm filled with new scripture
Angles and heavenly things
Wrapped up in American dreams
Ohhhhhh!
Wrapped up in American dreams
Calling from somewhere that I've never been
I met a young man on a corner in Dublin
He told me the heavens have opened again
Now I'm waving farewell to my sweet Ireland
'Cause somewhere there's a prophet
In a place they call Kirtland
And he's building a temple to worship my God
And I'm filled with new scripture
Angels and heavenly things
Wrapped up in American dreams
Ohhhhh!
I kissed the ground when I reached Ellis Island
White snow was falling from a cold winter sky
I asked a man how to get to Ohio
He said 'Son all the work's in those Virginia mines'
I said 'It's more than a job that I've got on my mind'
Somewhere there's a prophet
In a place they call Kirtland
And he's building a temple to worship my God
And I'm filled with new scripture
Angles and heavenly things
Wrapped up in American dreams
It seemed like a lifetime for my feet to travel
The last twenty miles into town
And tears filled my eyes
When Joseph reached out for my hand
And said 'Welcome my friend.'
And now I know there's a prophet
In a place they call Kirtland
And I'm building a temple to worship my God
And I'm filled with new scripture
Angles and heavenly things
Wrapped up in American dreams
Ohhhhhh!
Wrapped up in American dreams
Credits
Writer(s): John Dixon Mitchell, Tim William Greene, Sue Gatlin, David Russell Lee, Thomas Montgomery Newman
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