Fire

I was born in a lighthouse

Where my mother lay

And she won’t wake for no shouting

I was raised by the water

By the crippling waves

And the gulls gave me my singing voice

When the devil came to visit me

He said son I am your enemy

Fear me

But it came to my surprise

I was drawn by the fire

I set off west in the springtime

Before the flowers had bloomed

And the frost and ice followed me

I met a lot of fine women

With the small of their backs

Shining like the crescent moon

When the finest came to visit me

She said son I am your enemy

Fear me

But it came as no surprise

I was drawn by the fire

Hey

I am looking for freedom

In the wild eyes of the dancing girls

Hey

I am looking for freedom

In the open arms of America

I was told to find Jesus

In a stained glass church

Where the light shines red like blood

But the eyes of his children

Were so bitterly burned

That I could not stand to look at them

When he finally came to visit me

He was dressed in the rags of poverty

And it came as no surprise

It came as no surprise

Hey

I am looking for freedom

In the wild eyes of the dancing girls

Hey

I am looking for freedom

In the open arms of America

Hey

I am looking for freedom

In the wild eyes of the dancing girls

Hey

I am looking for freedom

In the open arms of America