Joan Baez - Wings Lyrics






At night we crossed the border
Following a Black robe
To the edge of the reservationton
Cataldo Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs
Look down on dying converts
What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain

I stole a mule from Anthony
I helped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene
Through Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the tunnels
Making way for the light of learning
When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train

[Chorus:]
It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing

We floated on to Hanford
On a lumber boat up river
Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction
Said I wonder what will happen
When they find out they're mistaken
The land is too changed to ever change

We waded through the marketplace
Someone's ship had come in
There was silver and begonias
Dynamite and cattle
There were hearts as big as apples
And apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain

[Chorus:]
It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.

[musical interlude]

And so they came with cameras
Breaking through the morning mist
Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists
Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
But all we saw were lowlands
Clouds clung to mountains without strings

And at last we saw some people...
And at last we saw some people...

And at last we saw some people
Huddled up against
The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the border
Walking and then running
And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said
Underneath their jackets she saw wings





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  1. L.... C....

    As always, a precious
    gift. Joan Baez lights us all, each and every time she sings, she plays, she
    composes, she paints, she speeches, she offers her unshakable activism for
    peace and justice and compassion, and love to mankind. She is one soul on a
    billion. God bless her forever.

  2. T.... F....

    Magical, mystical, sad, and beautiful. Things that Joan does well. "I found a place where they will hear me when I sing."

    T.... F....

    ALOHA ALOHA FROM KAUA I. . FRIENDS OF DAWN YOUNG & JON POUSET- DART. FOR OVER 40 YEARS.. LOVE YOU ALWAYS HERE IN KAUAI.. HAWAII .. SAFE & LONG AWAY FROM NEW YORK.

    T.... F....

    Yes she is pure light, on stage and out. It is the power of a more than rare soul, compassionate heart, brilliant intelligence, unshakable commitment to mankind. Amor e Gratidão, Joan Baez, from Brasil.