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There are ghosts out in the rain tonightHigh up in those ancient treesLord, I've given up without a fightAnother blind fool on his kneesAnd all the Gods that I've abandonedBegin to speak in simple tonguesLord, suddenly I've come to knowThere are no roads left to runNow it's the hour of dogs a-barkingThat's what the old ones used to sayIt's first light or it's sundownBefore the children cease their playWhen the mountains glow like mission wineAnd turn gray like a Spanish roanTen thousand eyes will stop to worshipAnd turn away and head on homeShe is reaching out her arms tonightLord, my poverty is realI pray roses shall rain down on meFrom Guadalupe on her hillBut who am I to doubt these mysteriesCured in centuries of blood and candle smokeSongtexteI am the least of all your pilgrims hereI am most in need of hopeShe appeared to Juan DiegoShe left her image on his capeFive hundred years of sorrowHave not destroyed their deepest faithBut here I am your ragged disbelieverOld doubting Thomas drowns in tearsAs I watched your church sink through the earthLike a heart worn down through fearShe is reaching out her arms tonightLord, my poverty is realI pray roses shall rain down on meFrom Guadalupe on her hillBut who am I to doubt these mysteriesCured in centuries of blood and candle smokeI am the least of all your pilgrims hereBut I am most in need of hopeI am the least of all your pilgrims hereBut I am most in need of hope Aus Songtexte Mania