Lyrics:

It Was As Cold As A Russian Autumn
The Trees Were As Barren As Me
The River Rushed Right Through Here
Flooded My Childhood Dreams
The Wind, It Cut Like A Razor
I Shaded My Stormy Eyes
And Scanned For Familiar Faces
That I Know Had Already Died

Chorus
I Remember When I Was Just Seven
On This Island Carved Out Of Stone
I Was Always In Heaven
And I Was Never Alone

In A World Lit Only By Fire
Where Grace No Longer Prevails
And The Streets That Are Lined With Barbwire
And The Cities That Turned Into Jails
I Could Have Been A Mother
Had I Captured The Love Of My Life
But Nothing Can Be Possessed
Not Even A Husband Or Wife

Chorus

So Let The Stream Gush Over
Wash Out This Life Of Sin
Take Each Limb As A Compass
And Follow It Back To Him
And Under A Sky Of Flames
Awaiting On God's Call
I'll Tread In This Den Of Darkness
Turning Red And Orange, Like Fall

Chorus Twice

C. 1998. Ascap, Surewill Music
Taylor Barton-Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Ge Smith-Electric Guitar, Tiple, Andy York-Acoustic Guitar
Loops, Paul Ossola-Bass, Shawn Pelton-Drums, Deni
Bonnet-Violin, Accordion, Alex Forbes-Background
Vocals