Oh, Oh Deep water   Black, and cold like the night   I've stand with my arms wide open   I've run a twisted line   I'm a stranger   in the eyes of the maker      I could not see   for the fog in my eyes   I could not feel   for the fear in my life   From across the great divide   In the distance i saw a light   Jean baptiste   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 swords   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   burning in the eyes of the maker      oh river rise from your sleep....