The land is the mother of a tender crop
The corn will grow with the shining sun
I've seen a believer
I've seen Moses wear red
In my answer to their prayers
I pray to the dead
I came in November to the date in my name
I followed a young man down the river of pain
I drank form his tears quenched
The thirst in my bones
Then I played his heartbeat and
He gave me his soul listen to the woman
At the bottom of the sea
Floating in her hair
There is a reflection o' me