It's only when the high blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the at night at the edge of a local square It's only I'm here tonight thinkin' I was there
There's high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs me like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's she fades, ragged and wild down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child
So winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier, where the heron are low the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
When I was my eyes were wise, my father was good to me of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if we'd our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, and Juanita, I'm the middle one
The screen door the Demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when skin is brown And smoothed my worried brow, as I leaned on the kitchen door "Why do you carry the weight", she "Of the world and more"
winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break And cool me here on this lonely pier, where the heron are low the songs my fathers knew in the towns of Mexico
My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the My Father in his parents' church When he was ten years and And Mama dressed in parishioners' clothes and believe in Hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived, I'd known him well
They said, "Go find a Sunday School", we must have them all I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had gall One said, "Sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said, "Be on earth You've another life at the of God"
And winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon the dawn will break anew And cool me on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low the songs my fathers knew in the towns of Mexico
My father down many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got And kept the budget book, and she kept the garden too Bought fish from the man on Thursdays, fed all of us and too
But will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing my strength is gone
So Gulf winds bring me flying fish, shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will anew And cool me here on this pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the my father knew in the towns of Mexico
Now going to India, sometime in the fall They tried to stay but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a gray in his hair Though not 'cause he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare
And if he goes to India, miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's And Mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did And I'll say a prayer for of them and sing them both my song
And winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break And cool me here on this lonely pier, where the are flying low Echo the songs my father in the towns of Mexico