Homecoming from Civil Dawn by The Pharaoh Sisters

For now we reside in the desert
It once was glacier fed lake
The purple dusk, the brush and the lush
But that was an ancient day

Fevers come on, but they fade here
We’ve mapped most of this landscape
The cleansing we try’s not effective
Baptizing with smoke from the sage

We’re on the trail to our new home
Thistles and thorns in our way
A pioneer man with sun scorched hands
Guides on a trail he’s blazed

They say we were born in a garden
And they say we will live there again
It’s a place where our baby’s heartbeat
Can be heard on a sonogram

The water’s for thirst not for bathing
And coals for the bread that you bake
Home is an evergreen forest
Home’s where your tears are allayed

• Folk
• country
• mountain
• old time
• Winston Salem