I dreamed that I saw you once down in Morocco
Your clothes were so old they were new
You spoke to the Bedouins in their own language
Of silver and crimson and blue

They said that your singing had altered their vision
And yet nothing really had changed
The dust from the desert rose up from your eyelids
You said you had conquered the chains

The white wind around us, as we stood there talking
Was blowing the stars from the sky
I said make all the beauty you did long ago
And the dervishes whirled while you cried

You said ‘Hold me against you, the weather is calling
My mind is the color of stone’
And I wrapped the green silk around your thin body
And knew you would never come home

The wind and the sun and the sky in your eyes
Was driving you mad I could see
And in any language I knew they were saying
The future was cutting us free

We walked in the desert, your hands were like velvet
You told me the reason you’d stayed
All of the women whose hearts had been broken
Stood naked and cool in the shade
The men in the village were called to their worship
Their colors had started to fade
The shelter of heaven had lifted forever
Their eyes turned the color of jade

The wind and the sun and the sky in your eyes
Was driving you mad I could see
And in any language I knew they were saying
The future was cutting us free

I left to fly back to the place I was sleeping
Where all of my dreams had been lost
I wrote your name down on the back of a postcard
And finally I counted the cost

The demons and devils, the saints and the angels
Had gathered to show me the view
And all of the tears that had come when I met you
Were shining and bright as the dew

The wind and the sun and the sky in your eyes
Was driving you mad I could see
And in any language I knew they were saying
The future was cutting us free
Free, free, free, free