DETROIT: For the Syracuse Acoustic Blues Festival

Detroit

When the long rains fall
You and I, keep the watch, all the day
When the long rains fall
You and I, keep the watch, all the day
For that hard dream that lingers
Must be kept at bay.

I am drawn to the wheel
Drawn to the sound of the evening bell
I am drawn to the wheel
Drawn to the sound of the evening bell
When you gaze at pretty flowers
You’re walking on the roof of hell
On the roof of hell.