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Oh, oh water, black and cold like the night
I stand arms wide open,
I've run a line
I'm a stranger in the of the Maker

I not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not for the fear in my life
And from across the divide, In the distance I saw a light
Jean Baptiste's to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous
I can't work the fields of and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the

Brother John, have you seen the daughters
there with broken wings
I seen the flaming swords
There over east of

Burning in the eyes of the
in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the of the Maker...

Oh, river from your sleep...