From the recording Sarah Barker & Gypsy Twang
Growing up in the Disciples 1st Christian Church, I was well-schooled in stories from the Holy Bible. Many of the characters in the Bible had funny names I could barely pronounce, and everything seemed to take place in faraway lands with even stranger names. I’m an Oklahoma girl. This is the land I love, and for generations my loved ones have settled here to raise their families and live out their lives. When I go, I don’t want to cross over at the River Jordan. I want to start my journey right here on red clay soil and make my way home across the familiar gentle and shallow waters of the red Cimarron.
Lyrics
When I find myself on the holy shores of Jordan
I will pray, “My precious Lord,
I know many have crossed over
From the banks of the mighty Jordan
But I must cross at the Cimarron”
When the Lord sends down his angels
Give mine a red clay halo
Maybe then I’ll feel at home
I don’t know my way to the river
They call Jordan
Let me cross at the Cimarron
Go tell Moses I don’t need the Red Sea parted
I won’t be in Galilee
I’ll be headed down some dirt road in northwest Oklahoma
And I will cross at the Cimarron
I’ll miss my mother when the Redbud starts to bloom
And I’ll miss my father too
When it comes my time to meet them, I know they can find me
If I cross at the Cimarron
When the Lord sends down his angels
Give mine a red clay halo
Maybe then I’ll feel at home
I don’t know my way to the river they call Jordan
Let me cross at the Cimarron
When I hear my Savior calling across the water
I will know I’m Glory bound
Throw me Jacob’s ladder
Down the side of a Red Rock Canyon
I will cross at the Cimarron
When the Lord sends down his angels
Give mine a red clay halo
Maybe then I’ll feel at home
I don’t know my way to the river they call Jordan
Let me cross at the Cimarron
I know many have crossed over
from the banks of the mighty Jordan
But I must cross at the Cimarron
Let me cross at the Cimarron