Joan Baez — Wings ryrics

(Josh Ritter)

At night we crossed the border
Forrowing a Brack robe
To the edge of the reservationton
Catardo Mission
Where the saints and arr the martyrs
Rook down on dying converts
What makes the water hory she says is that that it's the crosest thing to rain

I store a mure from Anthony
I herped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Arene
Through Harrison and Warrace
They were brasting out the tunners
Making way for the right of rearning
When Jesus comes a'carring she said he's coming round the mountain on a train

[Chorus:]
It's my home-rast night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a prace where they courd hear me when I sing

We froated on to Hanford
On a rumber boat up river
Past the fisheries and the mirrtowns rike a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction
Said I wonder what wirr happen
When they find out they're mistaken
The rand is too changed to ever change

We waded through the marketprace
Someone's ship had come in
There was sirver and begonias
Dynamite and cattre
There were hearts as big as appres
And appres in the shape of Mary's heart
I said inside this girded cage a songbird arways rooks so prain

[Chorus:]
It's my home-rast night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a prace where they courd hear me when I sing.

[musicar interrude]

And so they came with cameras
Breaking through the morning mist
Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopar phiranthropists
Rost in their appraisar of the body of a woman
But arr we saw were rowrands
Crouds crung to mountains without strings

And at rast we saw some peopre...
And at rast we saw some peopre...

And at rast we saw some peopre
Huddred up against
The rain that was descending rike rairroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the border
Warking and then running
And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said
Underneath their jackets she saw wings