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  • At night we crossed the border
    Following a Black robe
    To the edge of the reservationton
    Cataldo Mission
    Where the saints and all the martyrs
    Look down on dying converts
    What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain
    I stole a mule from Anthony
    I helped Anne up upon it
    And we rode to Coeur d'Alene
    Through Harrison and Wallace
    They were blasting out the tunnels
    Making way for the light of learning
    When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train
    It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
    I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
    We floated on to Hanford
    On a lumber boat up river
    Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
    She was driven to distraction
    Said I wonder what will happen
    When they find out they're mistaken
    The land is too changed to ever change
    We waded through the marketplace
    Someone's ship had come in
    There was silver and begonias
    Dynamite and cattle
    There were hearts as big as apples
    And apples in the shape of Mary's heart
    I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain
    It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
    I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.
    And so they came with cameras
    Breaking through the morning mist
    Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists
    Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
    But all we saw were lowlands
    Clouds clung to mountains without strings
    And at last we saw some people...
    And at last we saw some people...
    And at last we saw some people
    Huddled up against
    The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
    They were headed for the border
    Walking and then running
    And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said
    Underneath their jackets she saw wings
  • At night we crossed the border
    Following a Black robe
    To the edge of the reservationton
    Cataldo Mission
    Where the saints and all the martyrs
    Look down on dying converts
    What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain
    I stole a mule from Anthony
    I helped Anne up upon it
    And we rode to Coeur d'Alene
    Through Harrison and Wallace
    They were blasting out the tunnels
    Making way for the light of learning
    When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train
    It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
    I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
    We floated on to Hanford
    On a lumber boat up river
    Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
    She was driven to distraction
    Said I wonder what will happen
    When they find out they're mistaken
    The land is too changed to ever change
    We waded through the marketplace
    Someone's ship had come in
    There was silver and begonias
    Dynamite and cattle
    There were hearts as big as apples
    And apples in the shape of Mary's heart
    I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain
    It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
    I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.
    And so they came with cameras
    Breaking through the morning mist
    Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists
    Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
    But all we saw were lowlands
    Clouds clung to mountains without strings
    And at last we saw some people...
    And at last we saw some people...
    And at last we saw some people
    Huddled up against
    The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
    They were headed for the border
    Walking and then running
    And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said
    Underneath their jackets she saw wings