Caribbean Wind - Studio Outtake - 1981

She was the Rose of Sharon from paradise lost
 From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
 I was playing a show in Miami, in the theatre of divine comedy
 Told her 'bout Jesus, told her 'bout the rain
 She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
 By the man who had been dying' then disappeared so mysteriously
 Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far?
 Were we sniper bait? Did we follow a star
 To a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach
 Could I have been used and played as a pawn?
 It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
 Where men bathed in perfume and practised the hopes of free speech
 And them Caribbean winds still blow
 From Nassau to Mexico
 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
 And them distant ships of liberty
 On them iron waves, so bold and free
 Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire
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 Sea breeze blowing, there's a hellhound loose
 Bringing men who have escaped from the noose
 Patience, faith and salvation, waiting on the night to arrive
 He was well-connected, but her heart was a snare
 And she had left him to die in there
 He was going down slow, just bet he's penalized
 The cry of the peacock, flies buzzing my head
 Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
 Street band playing, "Nearer, My God, To Thee"
 We met at the station where the mission bells ring
 She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing"
 "You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree"
 And them Caribbean winds still blow
 From Nassau to Mexico
 Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire
 And them distant ships of liberty
 On them iron waves, so bold and free
 Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire
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 Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
 Hear a voice crying, daddy, I always think it's for me
 But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
 Every new messenger brings an evil report
 'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
 And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearing down of the walls
 Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain?
 Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain?
 She had rum-brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
 I see the screws breaking loose, see the Devil pounding on tin
 I see a house in the country being torn apart from within
 I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far beyond
 And them Caribbean winds still blow
 From Nassau to Mexico
 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
 And them distant ships of liberty
 On them iron waves, so bold and free
 Bringing everything that's dear to me nearer to the fire