Late one night I was lying awake
I was thinking of what Langston Hughes had said
I heard the birds of the morning rousing
Birds of prey in my heart I was thinking
Home is a raisin field
A raisin field is calling me
Home is a raisin field
Oh raisin field You're calling me

In the middle of a hiding hole
I was surely wakened by the thing I know
It had the shape of a shadow a-nearing
Clouds of mystery round it were clearing
Home is a raisin field
A raisin field is calling me
Home is a raisin field
Oh Raisin field calls to me

I'm balanced on the razor edge
Hanging on by the skin of my teeth
In my heart the walls have been broken
All around the silence is aching
Centerstage is a memory or two
My last will or a testament to you
Hope is a razor hedge
A razor's edge calls to me
I fear I know the things I hope