Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down

That morning, walls come tumbling down
You may talk about your king of Gideon
You may talk about your man of Saul
There's none like good old Joshua 
At the battle of Jericho

Up to the walls of Jericho 
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried
Cause the battle is in my hand

Then the horns begin to blow
Trumpets begin to sound
Joshua commanded the children to shout
And the walls come tumbling down

That morning, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down