Lyrics

[Verse 1] There are ghosts out in the rain tonight High up in those ancient trees Lord, I've given up without a fight Another blind fool on his knees [Verse 2] And all the gods that I'd abandoned here Begin to speak in simple tongues Lord, suddenly I've come to know There are no roads left to run [Verse 3] Now it's the hour of dogs a barking That's what the old ones used to say It's first light or it's sundown Before the children cease their play [Verse 4] And when the mountains glow like mission wine And turn gray like a Spanish roan Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship Then turn away and head on home [Pre-Chorus] And she is reaching out her arms tonight And, yes, my poverty is real I pray roses shall rain down again From Guadalupe on her hill [Chorus] And who am I to doubt these mysteries Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke I am the least of all your pilgrims here But I am most in need of hope [Verse 5] She appeared to Juan Diego And she left her image on his cape Five hundred years of sorrow Have not destroyed their deepest faith [Verse 6] But here I am your ragged disbeliever Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears As I've watched your church sink through the earth Like a heart borne down through fear [Pre-Chorus] And she is reaching out her arms tonight And, yes, my poverty is real I pray roses shall rain down again From Guadalupe on her hill [Chorus] And who am I to doubt these mysteries? Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke I am the least of all your pilgrims here But I am most in need of hope [Outro] I am the least of all your pilgrims here But I am most in need of hope