It's when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an song Or in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here thinkin' I was there
There's high winds on the pier tonight, my soul from me Striding Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, and wild down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child
So Gulf winds bring me fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me here on lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the of Mexico
When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was to me Instead of a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the one
The screen door kept the Demons in as we moved from to town It's hard to be a in the States when your skin is brown And Mama my worried brow, as I leaned on the kitchen door "Why do you the weight", she said "Of the and maybe more"
Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break And cool me here on lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my fathers knew in the of Mexico
My grandfathers were and it came on down the line My Father preached in his church When he was ten years and And Mama dressed in parishioners' clothes and believe in Hell Her fought the DAR, if he'd lived, I'd have known him well
said, "Go find a Sunday School", we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my had more gall One preacher said, "Sing out loud and clear, it's the only life got And the next one said, "Be on earth You've life at the feet of God"
And Gulf winds bring me fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will anew And cool me on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my fathers knew in the towns of
My father turned down many a job just to us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States you've got ideals And Mama kept the budget book, and she kept the too fish from 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 eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit the child who's wrong Be when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone
So Gulf winds me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the will break anew And cool me here on lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the my father knew in the towns of Mexico
Now Father's going to India, sometime in the They tried to stay but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, a little gray in his hair not much 'cause he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare
And if he goes to India, miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the call And will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of and sing them both my song
And Gulf bring me flying fish, that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier, the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of