Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Huckfelt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Huckfelt
Songwriter
Lyrics
In this old world where whirl is king
Look away bound away from the feather to the wing For the least, the last, and the lost we sing
Turning the wine back to water
I drone on the summit, when the moon is high Unarmed Forces, by my side
A scout on the mesa, with the calvary behind Turning the wine back to water
Tell me when the horses of war will be
On Flower Mountain, loose and free
And we’ll close the big banks of misery
Turning the wine back to water
There’s golden handcuffs, on your mind there kid And a black snake crawling through the water-shed And star spangled nails on your coffin lid
Turning the wine back to water
So tonight I smell the smoke, from an un-lit fire Black Elk he listens to the lonely choir
St Francis and the wolf, in their funeral attire Turning the wine back to water
Written by: David Huckfelt
