SO go on down to that big old river and sit on down amongst a million lonely stones all tired and old muddy coloured its no good driftwood company
There`s a storm rolling in inking up the sky downwind
So she goes down to the edge of the water and fills her pockets with stones
whilst behind heer crippled daughter weeps and moansThree bells toll in the clock tower warning
the water`s gonna rise by the hour of morning
the moon goes down while the wind blows up some meaner weather
black topped seeds rattle the rakaia riverTheres a storm rolling in inking up the sky downwind
She slowly sinks into the fast flowing water
pulled way down by the weight and the cold
there`s no prayer and no way that we oughta
let anybody knowMeet me where the waters freeze, beside the telegraph trees
And set your crosses free down upon the water
Go call the priest to say a prayer down into the canyon
Her rusty chair hidden by a chapel abandonedTheres a storm rolling in inking up the sky downwind
Eyes shining like the moon on the stones
Eyes smiling the crippled daughter
As her mother walks homeTheres a storm rolling in inking up the sky downwind
You were warned vengeance in the sky
vengeance in the sky
(c)Jake Edwards 2005
Ive been holding onto these particular pieces of paper for about 4 years from continent to continent.
(I wrote this song near Rakaia and recorded it in 2007).
