Good mornin’ sista’ Mary,
Good mornin’ brother John.
I want to stop and talk with you
to tell you how I come along!

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
and the walls come tumbling’ down.

You may talk about your King of Gideon,
you may talk about your men of Saul!
But there’s none like good ol’ Joshua at the battle of Jericho!

Up to the walls of Jericho, he marched with spear in hand!
“Blow that ram horn, “ Joshua cried, “for the battle is in my hand!”

Then the lamb ram sheep horn began to blow,
trumpets begin to sound.
Joshua commanded the children to shout!
And the walls come tumbling’ down, down, down,
Jericho!