the saints are coming

The Saints Are Coming
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know Im one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent
Boom-cha hey
The saints are coming
the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realise theres no reply
The saints are coming
the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realise theres no reply

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
How long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief
Whats wrong now
Boom-cha hey
The saints are coming
the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realise theres no reply
The saints are coming
the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try
I realise theres no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realise theres no reply
I say no matter how I try
I realise theres no reply