Finishing Jubilee Street

I just finished writing Jubilee Street I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep When I awoke, I believed I'd taken a bride called Mary Stanford And I flew into a frenzy searching high and low Because in my dream, the girl was very young I said, 'Hey little girl, where do you hide?' You draw lightning from the sky Oh, all of this and her dark hair And all of this and her dark hair, oh Lord Oh, see that girl coming on down Coming on down, coming on down See that girl coming on down Coming on down, coming on down Last night your shadows scampered up the wall It flies and leaped like a black spider between your legs And cried, my children, my children They are lost to us All of this and her dark hair, oh no All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord See that girl coming on down Coming on down, coming on down See that girl coming on down Coming on down, coming on down See that girl coming on down Coming on down, coming on down See that girl coming on down Coming on down, coming on down