It's only when the high winds blow I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the of a local square only that I'm here tonight thinkin' I was there
There's high winds on the pier tonight, my soul from me Striding like Thalia's Ghost on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a child
So winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me here on this pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father in the towns of Mexico
When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was to me Instead of having a of sons he had two other girls and me And if we'd used our Spanish names, the way they'd run Thalia, and Juanita, I'm the middle one
The door kept the Demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when skin is brown And Mama smoothed my worried brow, as I leaned on the kitchen "Why do you carry the weight", she "Of the world and more"
winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my fathers knew in the of Mexico
My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the My preached in his parents' church he was ten years and nine And Mama dressed in clothes and didn't believe in Hell Her fought the DAR, if he'd lived, I'd have known him well
They said, "Go find a Sunday School", we have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my had more gall One preacher said, "Sing out loud and clear, it's the only you've got And the next one said, "Be good on You've life at the feet of God"
And Gulf winds bring me fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my knew in the towns of Mexico
My father turned many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States you've got ideals And Mama kept the book, and she kept the garden too fish from the man on Thursdays, fed all of us and strangers too
But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the who's wrong Be still when the earth is and sing when my strength is gone
So Gulf winds me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break And cool me on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my knew in the towns of Mexico
Now going to India, sometime in the fall They tried to stay together but you just do it all I'll about him if he goes, there's a little gray in his hair Though not much 'cause he's Mexican, they don't age, they prepare
And if he goes to India, I'll miss him of all He'll see me in the face, hear me in the beggar's call And will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of and sing them both my song
And winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon the dawn will break anew And cool me here on lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my knew in the towns of Mexico