[ Featuring Arrows ]
Long way down, to sacred ground
We wade and wake push through the cane break
Our sins and songs the weak and strong
We feel their search from our pagan perch
The mouth of the river groans
While the tongues of the people roll
We watch from the highway bridge
Those ghosts in the water
Summoning their father
Echo down the hollow ridge
This ancient scene flows through us like a dream
Prayers and gowns washed a muddy brown
A heavy load now weightless like their robes
The depths of the river stole
The burden of their soul
We watch from the highway bridge
Those ghosts in the water
Summoning their father
Echo down the hollow ridge
Those ghosts in the water
Sons and the daughters
Summoning their father
Echo down the hollow ridge
