Lyrics
Neither Christian nor Indian
I walk the meridian
Of horizons that's hidden
It's the wild blue-eyed child from the mission
With hesitance the medicine men undid my baptism
With a glass prism and some black liquid
A dream that lasted for weeks
Weakly she speaks sound through
A fever of a thousand degrees
"They come by the hundreds
With thunder and trumpets
To where your son sleeps"
Take heed!
I remember being in the field with Mary and Martha
Til the breeze through the leaves of the trees
Brought the screams of my father
Through the reeds and the marshes I wander
Farther!
Slumbering underneath the broad-leaf tree
Til the omen beckons me, threatening
"Embark into the darkness
Eat the honey from the lion's carcass
Hearken the hearts of men to repent
Show them the omens
They'll know you were sent"
So I went
Shout, sister!
Shout, sister!
Shout, sister, shout!
Yes indeed we must fly
But not with our feet
But with our hands -
Join them with me, for now we must die
With our heads bent in prayer
Gaze towards the sky
And if you must weep, weep with me
Embrace me and cry
I did not foresee all the omens
I did not know
That our time on this blessed Earth was running low
I pray you'll remember all the things we've spoken
On countless dark nights
As we go now together, unbroken
With my staff and my rod
We'll find peace within
I commit myself to God, leave my cause to him!
As the flames lick our bodies
They could tear us limb from limb
Sisters, fix your gaze upwards!
Feel no pain on your skin!
End is nigh, my body is broken
I go now into the night, to die
Eyes and heart open