Id just finished writing Jubilee Street
I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep
And when I awoke, I believed Id taken a bride called Mary Stanford
And I flew into a frenzy searching high and low
Because in my dream the girl was very youngI said, Hey little girl, where do you hide?
You tore lightning from the skyAll of this in her dark hair
All of this in her dark hair, Oh LordSee that girl
Comin on down
Comin on down
Comin on downSee that girl
Comin on down
Comin on down
Comin on downLast night your shadow scampered up the wall, it flied
It leaped like a black spider between your legs, and cried
My children
My children
They are lost to usAll of this in her dark hair, Oh Lord
All of this in her dark hair, Oh LordSee that girl
Comin on down
Comin on down
Comin on downSee that girl
Comin on down
Comin on down
Comin on downSee that girl
Comin on down
Comin on down
Comin on down