Long way down, to sacred ground We wade and wake push through the cane break Our sins and songs the weak and strong We feel their search from our pagan perch The mouth of the river groans While the tongues of the people roll We watch from the highway bridge Those ghosts in the water Summoning their father Echo down the hollow ridge This ancient scene flows through us like a dream Prayers and gowns washed a muddy brown A heavy load now weightless like their robes The depths of the river stole The burden of their soul We watch from the highway bridge Those ghosts in the water Summoning their father Echo down the hollow ridge Those ghosts in the water Sons and the daughters Summoning their father Echo down the hollow ridge