Caribbean Wind
The Revelators
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She was the rose of Sharon from the paradise lost
Of the city on seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami near the pier of divine comedy
We talked about Jesus, we talked about the rain
We talked about the jungle where a brother was slain
By a man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously
Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far?
Did we snap at the vein or follow a scar
Through a hole in the wall where the
Long arm of the Lord could not reach?
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 ways so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Sea breeze blowing, there's a hellhound loose
Arabian man who escaped from a noose
Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to arise
He was well connected but his heart was ensnared
And she had left him to die in bed
He was going down slow, just barely staying alive
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 ways so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Oh, Atlantic City by a cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying daddy and I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence of the buttermilk hills that call
And every new message brings an evil report
About armies on the march and the time is short
Famine, earthquakes, and train wrecks
And the tearing down of the walls
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 ways so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire