Magdalena

Please don't tell me I can't make it It aint gonna do me any good And please don't offer me your modern method By fixing the carpets out of wood From Nogales to Magdalena There are 60 miles of sacred road And the promise is made to those who venture San Francisco lift your load In the land of old Sonora A shallow river valley cries The summer left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigle sons and wayward daughters Carry mandalas that they made He delivered from the debts of darkness And born again by candlelight And born again my candlelight Blisters on my feet Wooden rosary I fell them in my pocket as I ran A bullet in the night A feather of his life San Francisco do you understand Tell them that I've made the journey And tell them that my heart is true Not like his blessing or forgiveness Before the angels send it through And I will know that I am clean know And I will dance and the band will play And the old And if I should fall to temptation Will I return to evil throws From Nogales to Magdalena As a two time beggar I will go And I know I can't be forgiven the broken heart of Mexico