Henry Stewart & Michelle Rosenblum
Wake to the gray as the dark becomes dawn
Fog rolling in tastes of salt spray
The still of the night is broke by the call
Of the gulls that are begging for mercy
Wind slams the coast to crest over the hills
Sun starts to warm up my body
If my eyes were not blinded by the skittering sand
I would see that the blue sky was coming
Take me down to the willows, lay me under the trees
Take me down to the river, standing up to my knees
Let the water run through me like a cold iron breeze
And I’ll say all my prayers come tomorrow
Carry these clothes on my back every day
Lost my old carnival jacket
If you see me sleeping by the low cinder wall
Won’t you drop a few coins in my pocket
Take me down to the willows, lay me under the trees
Take me down to the river, standing up to my knees
Let the water run through me like a cold iron breeze
And I’ll say all my prayers come tomorrow
I’ll say all my prayers come tomorrow
Say all my prayers come tomorrow