Lyrics

The land is the mother of a tender crop The corn will grow with the shining sun I've seen a believer, I've seen Moses wear red In my answer to their prayers, I pray to the dead I came in November to the date in my name I followed a young man down the river of pain I drank form his tears quenched the thirst in my bones Then I played his heartbeat and he gave me his soul Listen to the woman At the bottom of the sea Floating in her hair There is a reflection o' me