Guadalupe Lyrics - One To The Heart, One To The Head - Gretchen Peters

There are ghosts out in the rain tonight 

High up in those ancient trees 

Lord, I've given up without a fight 

Another blind fool on his knees 

And all the Gods that I've abandoned 

Begin to speak in simple tongues 

Lord, suddenly I've come to know 

There are no roads left to run 

Now it's the hour of dogs a-barking 

That's what the old ones used to say 

It's first light or it's sundown 

Before the children cease their play 

When the mountains glow like mission wine 

And turn gray like a Spanish roan 

Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship 

And turn away and head on home 

She is reaching out her arms tonight 

Lord, my poverty is real 

I pray roses shall rain down on me 

From Guadalupe on her hill 

But who am I to doubt these mysteries 

Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke 

I am the least of all your pilgrims here 

I am most in need of hope 

She appeared to Juan Diego 

She left her image on his cape 

Five hundred years of sorrow 

Have not destroyed their deepest faith 

But here I am your ragged disbeliever 

Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears 

As I watched your church sink through the earth 

Like a heart worn down through fear 

She is reaching out her arms tonight 

Lord, my poverty is real 

I pray roses shall rain down on me 

From Guadalupe on her hill 

But who am I to doubt these mysteries 

Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke 

I am the least of all your pilgrims here 

But I am most in need of hope 

I am the least of all your pilgrims here 

But I am most in need of hope