Caribbean Wind歌词
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told her about Jesus
Told her about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously
Was she a child or an angel
Did we go too far
Did we snap at the bait
Did we follow a star
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach
Could I've been used and played as a pawn
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Sea breeze blowin' there's a hellhound loose
Arabian men who have escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation waiting for the night to arivee
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
He was goin' down slow just barely staying alive
The cry of the peacock flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee "
We met at the station where the mission bells ring
She said "I know what you're thinking but there ain't a thing
You can do about it so let us just agree to agree "
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying "Daddy" I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger bringing evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall
Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain
Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain
She had lone brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breaking loose see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn from within
I can hear my ancestors calling from the land from beyond
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
Told her about Jesus
Told her about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously
Was she a child or an angel
Did we go too far
Did we snap at the bait
Did we follow a star
Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach
Could I've been used and played as a pawn
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Sea breeze blowin' there's a hellhound loose
Arabian men who have escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation waiting for the night to arivee
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there
He was goin' down slow just barely staying alive
The cry of the peacock flies buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee "
We met at the station where the mission bells ring
She said "I know what you're thinking but there ain't a thing
You can do about it so let us just agree to agree "
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying "Daddy" I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Every new messenger bringing evil report
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall
Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain
Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain
She had lone brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
I see the screws breaking loose see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn from within
I can hear my ancestors calling from the land from beyond
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
