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Tom Russell( Thomas George Russell )
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Guadalupe
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
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
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
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
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
And who am I to doubt these mysteries Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I am the least of all your pilgrims here But I am most in need of hope
She appeared to Juan Diego And she left her image on his cape Five hundred years of sorrow Have not destroyed their deepest faith
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.
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
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
I am the least of all your pilgrims here But I am most in need of hope
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