Lyrics:

Oh, oh, deep water
Black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run the twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance, I saw a light
I saw Jean Baptiste walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken
By long and dangerous leaps
And I can't work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming sword
There, over East of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Oh river, rise from your sleep