Wings-Joan Baez

[00:17.97]At night we crossed the border [00:20.64]Following a Black robe [00:22.35]To the edge of the reservationton [00:24.15]Cataldo Mission [00:26.55]Where the saints and all the martyrs [00:28.92]Look down on dying converts [00:31.14]What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain [00:44.52]I stole a mule from Anthony [00:46.77]I helped Anne up upon it [00:48.63]And we rode to Coeur d'Alene [00:50.43]Through Harrison and Wallace [00:52.89]They were blasting out the tunnels [00:55.02]Making way for the light of learning [00:57.33]When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train [01:10.26]It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings [01:18.84]I found a place where they could hear me when I sing [01:32.91]We floated on to Hanford [01:34.95]On a lumber boat up river [01:37.08]Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards [01:41.46]She was driven to distraction [01:43.47]Said I wonder what will happen [01:45.90]When they find out they're mistaken [01:48.12]The land is too changed to ever change [01:59.43]We waded through the marketplace [02:01.71]Someone's ship had come in [02:03.39]There was silver and begonias [02:06.18]Dynamite and cattle [02:07.89]There were hearts as big as apples [02:10.65]And apples in the shape of Mary's heart [02:13.35]I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain [02:25.62]It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings [02:34.20]I found a place where they could hear me when I sing. [02:48.33]And so they came with cameras [02:50.52]Breaking through the morning mist [02:52.71]Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists [02:57.06]Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman [03:01.32]But all we saw were lowlands [03:03.42]Clouds clung to mountains without strings [03:14.79]And at last we saw some people... [03:19.23]And at last we saw some people... [03:23.49]And at last we saw some people [03:26.46]Huddled up against [03:27.90]The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers [03:32.07]They were headed for the border [03:34.77]Walking and then running [03:36.24]And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said [03:39.51]Underneath their jackets she saw wings