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 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 Burning in the eyes of the maker Oh river rise from your sleep