The Maker sing and play along

Oh, oh, deep water,

black and cold like the night.

I stand with arms wide open,

I've run a twisted mile.

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker.

I could not see for the fog in my eyes.

ters And I could not feel

for the feel in my life.

From across the great divide,

in the distance I ver saw a light.

den, Jean Baptiste

walking to me with the Maker.

So my body

is bent and broken

by long

and dang'rous sleep.

Well, 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 ing in the eyes of the Maker,

oh, burning in the eyes of the Maker.