Oh,
oh,
deep water
Black
and cold 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 for the fog in my eyes I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide In the distance I saw a light
Jean-Baptiste walking to me with the maker
My body
is bent and broken By love
and dangerously
I can't work the
fields of Abraham And turn my
head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of
the maker
Brother John,
have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there
with broken wings?
I have seen flamed swords Tear 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 sweep