Indio
Grinding Wheel
It was just as it was writtenwhen we found our angelbeating like an ember on the fireThere was a calmnessgreen a pasturethat stayed the vicious and the wantonLight on the waterLight on the waterLight on the waterLight on the waterBut just like the fable of that old river risingwe built no boat for this waterAnd we danced to the heavensBore fruit to the skyAll for a painful genuflectionFor the hand that brought the mercyTook the water and burned the wellSo wait for this golden landTo come againAll before the mercy chairBefore the rifle or the greedBefore the violence or the endless ways of slaughterThere was a sound of reason hereThat fed the hungry and Letras de cancionesclothed the nakedI felt the healing waters flowWe kissed the sleeping heads of the birds, fish and buffaloAnd we wait for that waterand pray for that flameand when that great flood had endedThen we praised the swollen riverThe fire all through the hillsAnd we wait for this golden land to burn againHow can you swallow an endless skyWith this passive devotionWe must have drank the river dryHow can you take what is givenHow can the hand that brings the mercyTake the water and burn the welland let us wait for this golden landIf we praise the swollen riverFire all through the hillsWill we wait for this golden land
From Letras Mania