Blue Feather

Behind the iron curtains, concrete stands

Beyond the open door, we go

I watched my quill pen for a thousand years

And future days began to show

Oh, blue feather in my hand

Oh, blue feather

I passed strange buildings

That saw young men and women

And on that planes the games began

New partners for each new dance

Then we changed again

I fell in love with many faces

Oh, blue feather in my hand

Oh, blue feather

My body sheded out, satisfied my needs

And when you called I always came

Behind the iron curtains, she wispered softly

Touch me, my love, and make me sane

Oh, blue feather in my hand

Oh, blue feather in my hand

Oh, blue feather in my hand

Oh, blue feather