At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the martyrs Look down on dying converts What makes the water holy she says is that that its the closest thing to rain I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it And we rode to Coeur dAlene Through Harrison and Wallace They were blasting out the tunnels Making way for the light of learning When Jesus comes acalling she said hes coming round the mountain on a train Its my homelast night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards She was driven to distraction Said I wonder what will happen When they find out theyre mistaken The land is too changed to ever change We waded through the marketplace Someones ship had come in There was silver and begonias Dynamite and cattle There were hearts as big as apples And apples in the shape of Marys heart I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain Its my homelast night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing And so they came with cameras Breaking through the morning mist Press and businessmentycoonsEpiscopal philanthropists Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman But all we saw were lowlands Clouds clung to mountains without strings And at last we saw some people... And at last we saw some people... And at last we saw some people Huddled up against The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers They were headed for the border Walking and then running And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said Underneath their jackets she saw wings
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