Caribbean Wind

[Verse 1]

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 about Jesus, told about the rain

She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain

By a man who had been dying and disappeared so mysteriously

[Verse 2]

Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far

Were we sniper bait? Did we follow a star?

To a hole in the wall wall to where the long arm of the law can not reach?

Could I been used and played as a pawn?

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on

Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hopes of free speech

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

Sea breeze blowing, there's a hell hound loose

Bringing men who have escaped from the noose

Patience, faith, and salvation, waiting on the night to arrive

He was well connected but her heart was a snare

And she had left him to die in there

He was going down slow and just barely staying alive

[Verse 4]

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 steeple 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”

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 5]

Atlantic City by the cold grey sea

I 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 brings 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

[Verse 6]

Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain?

Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain?

She had rum-brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone

I see screws breakin' loose, see the devil poundin' tin

See a house in the country being torn from within

I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

[Chorus]

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