Wash My Feet

I walked that fence line one Wednesday afternoon,
The clouds were heavy, it was a rainy day in June.
I saw your face in the profile of the trees;
There on the precipice, I drank that northern breeze.

And the river left her banks
Swirling past the trees,
Flooded the summer grass---
She was coming to wet my feet.
Come wash my feet again.

I spend my days inside, chains to weight my limbs.
The walls speak hollow words again and again.
But when I finally make the door, I'll fling it toward the rain,
Let it drench my face as I gently speak your name.

And the river left her banks
Swirling past the trees,
Flooded the summer grass---
She was coming to wet my feet.
Come wash my feet again.

The snow returned today, I knew it wasn't spring.
The fragile crystals danced like puppets on a string.
But the life's within them yet, as liquid as the moon;
I've felt it once before, it was a rainy day in June.

And the river leaves her banks
Swirling past the trees,
Floods the summer grass---
She comes to wet my feet.
Come wash my feet again.
Oh, river wide,
Wash my hands,
Wash my head,
Wash me clean, oh, river wide,
Make me young, make me young again
River, river wide,
River, river wide,
River, river wide.