I lay awake for a night
Drenched in anguish and bright light
I dreamt about an ancient house
And a slow Southern home
verse 2
I was there, and so were you
Not a word was spoke, nothing new
It was old, all was known
Like a sheep to the fold
verse 3
A blind man sang, bells of joy
I was a stranger, but still a boy
My parents dead, the vines had grown
Through my slow Southern home
verse 4
In those eyes, I had no name
They had seen fear, and all was vain
Bells of joy he did sing
His noise did ring and ring and ring
Verse 5
And everyone must come back
The flames have risen, the plumes were black
And if you're welcomed home by friends
It won't ever be the same again