these are not my people I should never have come here

Sunday, June 6, 2010

with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood



When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud


I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured


I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word


In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved


Everything up to that point had been left unresolved


Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail


Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail


Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there


With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair


She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost


I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed


Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount


But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts


And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove


And old men with broken teeth stranded without love


Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes


I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose


I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"






Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line


Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine


If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born


"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"

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