There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
High up in those ancient trees
and I have given up without a fight
Another blind fool on his kneesAnd all the gods that I'd abandoned
Begin to speak in simple tongue
And suddenly I've come to know
There are no roads left to runNow it's the hour of dogs a-barking
That's what the old ones used to say
It's first light or it's sundown
Before the children cease their playWhen the mountains glow like mission wine
And turn grey like a Spanish roan
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
Then turn away and head for homeChorus
She is reaching out her arms tonight
and, Lord, my poverty is real
I pray roses shall rain down again
from Guadalupe on her hillAnd who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your children here
But I am most in need of hopeShe appeared to Juan Diego
She left her image on his cape
Five hundred years of sorrow
Cannot destroy their deepest faithSo here am I your ragged disbeliever
Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears
As I watch your church sink through the earth
Like a heart worn down through fearChorus