Skeleton

The land is the mother of a tender crop

The corn will grow with the shining sun

I've seen a believer, I've seen Moses wear red

In my answer to their prayers, I pray to the deadI came in November to the date in my name

I followed a young man down the river of pain

I drank form his tears quenched the thirst in my bones

Then I played his heartbeat and he gave me his soulListen to the woman

At the bottom of the sea

Floating in her hair

There is a reflection o' me