Woorden: Nanci Griffith. Other Voices / Other Rooms. Woman Of The Phoenix.

(By Vince Bell)

Well, I've listened to the words you lover's speak
The sounds of the lover's song
And I've dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl dreams
In a thousand places gone
Dallas was my late night out
Radcliffe's served to roust me out
And Houston lay like Cleveland with the color removed
And all I ever wanted
Was to wander and be wooed
Like a Woman of the Phoenix
A welcomed Waterloo

I've seen the sun blaze the breast of the countryside
I've seen her huddled in a winter freeze
And I've run cross paths of a thousand lives
Among the cactus and the white birch trees
Avloc ran a waterfront bar
Vito, he was the king of thieves
And Michael was a rock 'n roll hood from the Odessa plains
Now, all of them were my kind
Wild and damn near free
But, a Woman of the Phoenix is the medicine they need