It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my was long Sailing the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here tonight I was there
There's high winds on the pier tonight, my soul from me Striding like Thalia's south on the murky sea And into tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a child
So Gulf winds me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break And cool me here on this lonely pier, where the heron are low Echo the songs my father in the towns of Mexico
When I was young my eyes 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, and Juanita, I'm the middle one
The screen door kept the Demons in as we moved from to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when your is brown And Mama my worried brow, as I leaned on the kitchen door "Why do you the weight", she said "Of the world and more"
Gulf winds bring me fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break And cool me here on this lonely pier, the heron are flying low Echo the songs my knew in the towns of Mexico
My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the My Father preached in his parents' When he was ten and nine And Mama dressed in parishioners' clothes and believe in Hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived, I'd have him well
They said, "Go find a School", we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my had more gall One said, "Sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said, "Be on earth 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 here on this lonely pier, where the are flying low Echo the songs my fathers knew in the of Mexico
My father turned down many a job just to us something real It's hard to be a in the States when you've got ideals And Mama kept the budget book, and she the garden too fish from the man on Thursdays, fed all of us and strangers too
But will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is as the story's being told And I'll play ball the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my is gone
So Gulf winds me flying 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 father knew in the towns of
Now Father's going to India, in the fall tried to stay together 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, don't age, they just prepare
And if he goes to India, I'll 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 sing them both my
And Gulf winds me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn break anew And cool me here on this pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of