The Saints Are Coming

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun
It′s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there′s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief, how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief
What's wrong now?

Ho, hey
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there′s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there′s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there′s no reply