Christopher, patron saint of the traveler
Got my baby on my shoulder
As I stand on the riverside
My daughter and my son are hungry
We ain't got no money but we got a lot of pride
Father Domingos, he said,
Just sing with the angels on the riverbank
Thank the Lord that you can still look forward
To go up to the land of the free
Money and granting
All of our savings we gave to the man on that side
Get us under the fence and then we can make it
In the land where the dragons eye
Land of the dragons eye
Give us, Mother Mary
Strength, just to carry on
Children, go to angels
Fly in the city of the lost angels tonight
Father Rodrigus said God won't you save us
We are going over there tonight
Into the land of the free
Where there's lot's of money
And we can lay down our pride
Oriental finger painters
Which just bought out at their own price?
-Were just bought out at their own price? of their own right???
They made more money when a man from New York
Laid down a dollar for their lives/ dreams?
Look in the dragons eye*
Father Domingos said I give you the blessings of
Saint Christopher in here tonight
The star is shinning
Cross over the river
In to the land of all of the free and people who know
Evolution has never been our solution
And we haven't got a way to life/tonight?
Bring back the treasure of Montazuma
Then we'll be in
The dragons eye
Writer(s): Gene Clark, Pat Robinson
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