Now Michel was a man He rode his horse high A knife in his hand Cold rain in his eyes A knife in his hand He curses the sky
Come woman come woman Out from the deep Take the knife from my hand Make your love to me We leave blood in the sand As we swim in the sea
Take a branch from the tree Draw circles in red dirt A branch from the tree A stick from the ground A stone from the deep Draw circles in red dirt
"Cold rain in my eyes, A knife in her hand We draw circles in red dirt And curse the land"
In her red velvet She holds her cigar Looks in the mirror Drinks blood rum Chants in the mirror As smoke fills her face
We light the candles Send them out to sea Light the candles Send them out to sea In silent boats We send them out to sea
Take a branch from the tree Draw circles in red dirt A branch from the tree A stick from the ground A stone from the sea Draw circles in red dirt
Now Michel was a man He rode his horse high A knife in his hand, cold rain in his eyes A knife in his hand, he curses the sky
Come woman come woman Come out from the sea You took the knife from my hand And you made love to me You left my blood in the sand As I sink to this deep.
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