I could not see, For the Fog in my Eyes
I could not feel, For the Fear in my Life
|From acroos the greate divide
In the distance I saw a light
John Baptist walkin to me with the maker
(It is my guess that he is saying John Baptist, he is saying it in French).
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 daughter
Standing there, with broken wings
I have seen flaming souls, 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 sleep
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