It's only when the high winds blow I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves an ancient song Or falling in in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm tonight thinkin' I was there
There's high on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a child
So Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the moon Show me the where the dawn will break anew And cool me on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
When I was young my eyes were wise, my was good to me Instead of having a flock of sons he had two 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 kept the Demons in as we moved from to town hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown And smoothed my worried brow, as I leaned on the kitchen door "Why do you the weight", she said "Of the world and more"
Gulf winds bring me flying fish, shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me here on this pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the my fathers knew in the towns of Mexico
My were ministers and it came on down the line My Father preached in his church When he was ten years and And Mama dressed in clothes and didn't 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 from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall One preacher said, "Sing out loud and clear, the only life you've got And the one said, "Be good on earth another life at the feet of God"
And Gulf winds me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier, where the heron are low Echo the songs my fathers knew in the of Mexico
My father turned many a job just to give us something real It's to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And Mama kept the budget book, and she kept the too Bought fish the man on Thursdays, fed all of us and strangers too
But time pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child wrong Be still when the earth is silent and when my strength is gone
So Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that shine in the moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me here on this pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father in the towns of Mexico
Now Father's going to India, sometime in the tried to stay together but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little gray in his Though not much 'cause he's Mexican, they don't age, they just
And if he goes to India, I'll him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's And will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of them and them both my song
And 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 lonely pier, where the heron are low the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico