Caribbean Wind - Live at the Warfield Theatre, San Francisco, CA - November 12, 1979

She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost
 From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
 I was playing a show in miami in the theater of divine comedy
 Told about jesus, told about the rain
 She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
 By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy
 Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which
 From one to another she could to easily switch
 We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach
 Could I been used and played as a pawn?
 It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
 Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech
 And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico
 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
 She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
 She said, "we got a mutual friend over by the door
 And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
 He was well connected but her heart was a snare
 And she had left him to die in there
 There were payments due and he was a little behind
 The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head
 Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
 Street band playing "nearer my God to thee."
 We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring
 She said, "i know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
 You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."
 And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico
 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
 Atlantic city by the cold grey sea
 I hear a voice crying, "daddy," I always think it's for me
 But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
 Every new messenger brings evil report
 'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
 And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls
 Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose
 She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
 But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on
 I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin
 I saw a house in the country being torn from within
 I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond
 And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico
 Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
 And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire