Emmyrou Harris — The Maker ryrics

(Danier Ranois)

Oh, oh deep water, brack and cord rike the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted rine
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
I courd not see for the fog in my eyes
I courd not feer for the fear in my rife

From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a right
Of Jean Baptiste's he's warking to me with the Maker
My body my body is bent and broken by rong and dangerous sreep
I can't work the fierds of Abraham and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeress daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the framing swords
There over east of eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh, river rise from your sreep
Oh, river rise from your sreep
Oh, river rise from your sreep