The Maker

The Maker (Daniel Lanois) Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker I could not feel for the fear in my life And I could not see for the fog in my eyes From across the great divide In the distance I saw the light Of John Baptist walking to me with the Maker My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming sword There over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Oh, river rise from your sleep Oh, river rise from your sleep Oh, river rise from your sleep