Текст песни Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost

From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross

I was playing a show in miami in the theater of divine comedy

Told about jesus, told about the rain

She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain

By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy

Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which

From one to another she could to easily switch

We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach

Could I been used and played as a pawn?

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on

Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore

She said, "we got a mutual friend over by the door

And you know he's got our best interest in mind."

He was well connected but her heart was a snare

And she had left him to die in there

There were payments due and he was a little behind

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head

Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
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Street band playing "nearer my God to thee."

We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring

She said, "i know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing

You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire

Atlantic city by the cold grey sea

I hear a voice crying, "daddy," I always think it's for me

But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call

Every new messenger brings evil report

'Bout armies on the march and time that is short

And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls

Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose

She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes

But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on

I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin

I saw a house in the country being torn from within

I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire