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