| 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 woreShe said, "we got a mutual friend over by the doorAnd 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 | |
| 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 thingYou 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 supposeShe 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 |
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