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[00:26.670]There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
[00:33.570]High up in those ancient trees
[00:40.320]Lord I've given up without a fight
[00:47.640]Another blind fool on his knees
[00:54.330]And all the gods that I'd abandoned here
[01:01.260]Begin to speak in simple tongues
[01:08.190]Lord suddenly I've come to know
[01:15.120]There are no roads left to run
[01:21.990]Now it's the hour of dogs a barking
[01:28.950]That's what the old ones used to say
[01:35.970]It's first light or it's sundown
[01:42.840]Before the children cease their play
[01:49.830]And when the mountains glow like mission wine
[01:56.730]And turn gray like a Spanish roan
[02:03.780]Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
[02:10.590]Then turn away and head on home
[02:13.470]And she is reaching out her arms tonight
[02:24.210]And yes my poverty is real
[02:31.350]I pray roses shall rain down again
[02:38.820]From Guadalupe on her hill
[02:45.150]And who am I to doubt these mysteries
[02:52.230]Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
[02:59.250]I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[03:06.690]But I am most in need of hope
[03:41.340]She appeared to Juan Diego
[03:48.360]And she left her image on his cape
[03:55.950]five hundred years of sorrow
[04:02.340]Have not destroyed their deepest faith
[04:09.270]But here I am your ragged disbeliever
[04:16.200]Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears
[04:23.610]As I've watched your church sink through the earth
[04:30.750]Like a heart borne down through fear
[04:37.620]And she is reaching out her arms tonight
[04:44.820]And yes my poverty is real
[04:51.930]I pray roses shall rain down again
[04:59.520]From Guadalupe on her hill
[05:05.910]And who am I to doubt these mysteries
[05:13.140]Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
[05:20.220]I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[05:27.630]But I am most in need of hope
[05:34.440]I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[05:41.850]But I am most in need of hope