The Maker

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

And 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 a long and dangerous sleep

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 the flaming swords 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