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