Lyrics

A spring turned winter and day turned night like cane mollasses or oil
A devilish parody of heavenly light
Upon the virgin soil

Take my hand when the high wind blows
My son and hold it close
Before this barren sun is going down
Tonight, we’re sure, to make it through to Bismark town

There’s a black storm rising in the morning cold, skies are heavy as lead
Come tomorrow they’ll be light with gold
Right where the road turns ahead

Take my hand when the high wind blows
My son and hold it close
Before this barren sun is going down
Tonight, we’re sure, to make it through to Bismark town

You know how your mama would have told you to keep the scarf round your ears
The roads going straight to the pacific blue
Where a new day appears

Take my hand when the high wind blows
My son and hold it close
Before this barren sun is going down
Tonight, we’re sure, to make it
To Bismark town where no high winds blow
My son, the fields will grow
Before this promised sun is risin’ up
Today, we live, we’re here,
we made it to Bismark town