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