Capo 2 A5 At night we crossed the border following a Black robe E5 To the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission A5 Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts E5 F5 A5 What makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain A5 I stole a mule from Anthony, I helped Anne up upon it E5 And we rode to Coeur d'Alene past Harrison and Wallace A5 They were blasting out the tunnels, making way for the light of learning E5 F5 C5 When Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a train F5 C5 It's my home, last night I dreamt that I grew wings G5 A5 I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries and milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards She was driven to distraction, said, I wonder what will happen When they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change We waded through the marketplace, someone's ship had come in There was silver and begonias, dynamite and cattle There were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain Chorus And so they came with cameras, breaking through the morning mist Press and businessmen, tycoons, Episcopal philanthropists Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman But all we saw were lowlands, clouds clung to mountains without strings And at last we saw some people, at last we saw some people And at last we saw some people huddled up against The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers They were headed for the border, walking and then running Then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she saw wings