It's only when the high winds blow I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an 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 like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian
So Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent Show me the horizon where the 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
When I was young my 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, and Juanita, I'm the middle one
The screen door kept the Demons in as we moved town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States your skin is brown And Mama smoothed my worried brow, as I on the kitchen door "Why do you the weight", she said "Of the world and more"
winds 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 knew in the towns of Mexico
My grandfathers ministers and it came on down the line My Father preached in his church When he was ten and nine And Mama dressed in parishioners' clothes and didn't believe in Her fought the DAR, if he'd lived, I'd have known him well
They said, "Go find a Sunday School", we must have 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 life got And the one said, "Be good on earth You've another life at the of God"
And Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the moon Show me the where the dawn 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 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 the budget book, and she kept the garden too Bought fish from the man on Thursdays, fed all of us and too
But time will pass and so, alas, will most of we know Though tonight my memory's eye is as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit the child who's wrong Be still when the is silent 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 me here on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of
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 'cause he's Mexican, they don't age, they just 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 of them and sing them both my song
And Gulf winds bring me fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn 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