I just finished writing Jubilee Street

I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep

When I awoke, I believed I′d taken a bride called Mary StanfordAnd I flew into a frenzy searching high and low

Because in my dream, the girl was very young

I said, 'Hey little girl, where do you hide?′

You draw lightning from the sky

Oh, all of this and her dark hair

And all of this and her dark hair, oh Lord

Oh, see that girl coming on down

Coming on down, coming on down

See that girl coming on down

Coming on down, coming on down

Last night your shadows scampered up the wall

It flies and leaped like a black spider between your legs

And cried, my children, my children

They are lost to us

All of this and her dark hair, oh no

All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord

See that girl coming on down

Coming on down, coming on down

See that girl coming on down

Coming on down, coming on down

See that girl coming on down

Coming on down, coming on down

See that girl coming on down

Coming on down, coming on down