Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the nightnI stand with arms wide open,nI've run a twisted linenI'm a stranger in the eyes of the MakernnI could not see for the fog in my eyesnI could not feel for the fear in my lifenAnd from across the great divide, In the distance I saw a lightnJean Baptiste's walking to me with the MakernnMy body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleepnI can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head awaynI'm not a stranger in the hands of the MakernnBrother John, have you seen the homeless daughtersnStanding there with broken wingsnI have seen the flaming swordsnThere over east of EdennnBurning in the eyes of the MakernBurning in the eyes of the MakernBurning in the eyes of the MakernnOh, river rise from your sleep