Finishing Jubilee Street

I'd just finished writing "Jubilee Street"

I laid down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep

And when I awoke, I believed I'd taken a bride called Mary Stanford

And I flew into a frenzy searching high and low

Because in my dream the girl was very young

I said, "Hey little girl, where do you hide?

You draw lightning from the sky"

All of this and her dark hair

All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord

See that girl

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

See that girl

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Last night your shadow scampered up the wall, it flied

It leaped like a black spider between your legs, and cried

My children

My children

They are lost to us

All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord

All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord

See that girl

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

See that girl

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

See that girl

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

See that girl

Comin' on down

Comin' on down

Comin' on down