(Daniel Lanois)

Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night 
I stand with arms wide open 
I've run a twisted line 
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker 
I could not see for the fog in my eyes 
I could not feel for the fear in my life 

From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light 
Of Jean Baptiste's  he's walking to me with the Maker 
My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep 
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away 
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker 

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters 
Standing there with broken wings 
I have seen the flaming swords 
There over east of eden 
Burning in the eyes of the Maker 
Burning in the eyes of the Maker 
Burning in the eyes of the Maker 

Oh, river rise from your sleep 
Oh, river rise from your sleep 
Oh, river rise from your sleep