Blue Feather

Behind the iron curtains Concrete stands Behind the open door we go I watched a quill pen for a thousand years And passion overtook my soul Ooh, blue feather in my hand Ooh, blue feather I passed strange buildings, I saw Little men and women Out on the plains, the games begun New partners for each new dance Then we change the gown A famine lasts with many faces Ooh, blue feather in my hand Ooh, blue feather Behind the print I saw a passion never die A mangy quarter always came Behind the iron curtains She whispered softly "Touch me and make me sane" Ooh, blue feather in my hand Ooh, blue feather in my hand Ooh, blue feather in my hand Ooh, blue feather