Oh, oh deep water Cold and black like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
I could not see from the fog in my eyes I could not feel from the fear in my life From across the great divide In the distance I saw light Jean Baptiste walking to me with the Maker
My body is bent and broken From a long and dangerous sleep I could work the fields of Abraham As I turn my head away I'm not a stranger in the arms of the Maker
Brother John have you seen The homeless daughters? Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming sword There over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Oh, river rise from your sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
