Fire
i was born in a lighthousewhere my mother layand she wont wake for no shouting
i was raised by the waterby the crippling wavesand the gulls gave me my singing voice
when the devil came to visit mehe said son i am your enemyfear mebut it came to my surprisei was drawn by the fire
i set off west in the springtimebefore the flowers had bloomedand the frost and ice followed me
i met a lot of fine womenwith the small of their backsshining like the crescent moon
when the finest came to visit meshe said son i am your enemyfear mebut it came as no surprisei was drawn by the fire
heyi am looking for freedomin the wild eyes of the dancing girlsheyi am looking for freedomin the open arms of America
i was told to find Jesusin a stained glass churchwhere the light shines red like blood
and the eyes of his childrenwere so bitterly burnedthat i could not stand to look at them
when he finally came to visit mehe was dressed in the rags of poverty
and it came as no surpriseit came as no surprise
heyi am looking for freedomin the wild eyes of the dancing girlsheyi am looking for freedomin the open arms of America