At night we crossed the border Following a black robe To the edge of the reservation To Cataldo Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs Look down on dyin' converts What makes the water holy She says is that it's the closest thing to rain
I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it And we rode to Coeur d'Alene Passed Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the tunnels Makin' way for the light of learnin' When Jesus comes a' callin' She said, 'He's coming round the mountain on a train'
Yeah It's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat upriver Past the fisheries and the mill towns Like a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction Said," I wonder what will happen When they find out they're mistaken" The land is too changed to ever change
We waded through the market place Someone's ship had come in There was silver and begonias Dynamite and cattle
There were hearts as big as apples And apples in the shape of Mary's heart I said, "Inside this gilded cage A songbird always looks so plain"
Yeah It's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
And so they came with cameras Breaking through the morning mist Press and businessmen tycoons Episcopal, philanthropists
Lost in their appraisal Of the body of a woman But all we saw were lowlands Clouds clung to mountains without strings
And at last we saw some people And at last we saw some people
And at last we saw some people Huddled up against The rain that was descending Like railroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the border Walking and then running And then they were gone into the fog But Anne said, "Underneath their jackets she saw wings"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
