Let the Wind Carry Me Home - The Builders and the Butchers

Oh, the water’s getting higher than the angel’s fire

Oh, the water

You can’t rise on the water

Because the water’s coming, I know that we’re all gonna die

Oh, the water is a-rising over Jesus Christ

Oh, the water

He can’t walk on the water

He just sinks in the water, that nobody’s turning to wine

So take me on down

My brothers, carry me down

My mother, take me on down

To the bottom

Let the wind carry m home

Let the wind carry m home

Oh, the water is a-rising over redwood pines

Oh, the water

All the green of the water

And the salt in the water is turning my ashes to brine

So take me on down

My father, the wind, and the flood

And the water, take me on down

To the bottom

Let the wind carry me home

Take me on down

In the morning rain and the flood

With no warning, carry me down

To the bottom

Let the wind carry me home

Let the wind carry me home

And I know that we can raft and swim

When the ocean takes us in

A-bleed on through, like healing waters do

And all the rest of them sinking in