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