Fire
I was born in a lighthouse
Where my mother lay
And she won't wake for no shouting
But I was raised by the water
By the crippling waves
And the gulls gave me my singing voice
When the Devil came to visit me
He said "Son, I am your enemy
Fear me"
But it came to my surprise
I was drawn by the fire
I set off west in the springtime
Before the flowers had bloomed
And the frost and ice followed me
I met a lot of fine women
With the small of their backs
Shining like the crescent moon
When the finest came to visit me
She said "Son, I am your enemy
Fear me"
But it came as no surprise
I was drawn by the fire
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the open arms of America
I was told to find Jesus
In a stained glass church
Where the light shines red like blood
And the eyes of his children
Were so bitterly burned
That I could not stand to look at them
When he finally came to visit me
He was dressed in the rags of poverty
And it came as no surprise
It came as no surprise
Hm, hm, hm, hey
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the open arms of America
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the open arms of America
Where my mother lay
And she won't wake for no shouting
But I was raised by the water
By the crippling waves
And the gulls gave me my singing voice
When the Devil came to visit me
He said "Son, I am your enemy
Fear me"
But it came to my surprise
I was drawn by the fire
I set off west in the springtime
Before the flowers had bloomed
And the frost and ice followed me
I met a lot of fine women
With the small of their backs
Shining like the crescent moon
When the finest came to visit me
She said "Son, I am your enemy
Fear me"
But it came as no surprise
I was drawn by the fire
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the open arms of America
I was told to find Jesus
In a stained glass church
Where the light shines red like blood
And the eyes of his children
Were so bitterly burned
That I could not stand to look at them
When he finally came to visit me
He was dressed in the rags of poverty
And it came as no surprise
It came as no surprise
Hm, hm, hm, hey
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the open arms of America
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
In the open arms of America
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Daniel Gundersen, Abigail Ann Gundersen
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