Mother I Climbed Lyrics

CAPO: 1st Fret
INTRO: G
On tomorrow's painted wagon, in a yester-dreaming day
I rode to Heaven never thinking I'd be back this way
Now I'm standing at your doorstep with my halo turning grey
Open up your gate, Mari-ana
CHORUS:
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I sought the chosen people
But I found no one to comfort me
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I climbed the highest steeple
I found nothing to believe
When they called my faults against the wall, I took my place in line
And put my trust in priestly men to break the ties that bind
But their straight and narrow highway's just a row of billboard signs
Open up your gate, Mari-ana
CHORUS:
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I sang the sacred Psalter
But no saviour came to comfort me
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
I went naked to the altar
I found nothing to believe
So I set my feet to walking from the sidewalk to the sand
In search of any saint or sage who knew the master plan
And I wandered every back-road in that broken promised land
Open up your gate, Mari-ana
CHORUS:
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I kept the plain and simple
But no shepherd came to comfort me
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
I stood shivering in the temple
I found nothing to believe
As lightning burns these bridges under, smoke will surely rise
And the fables of my innocence blow lazy through the skies
When timeless truths reveal themselves as little more than lies
Open up your gate, Mari-ana
CHORUS:
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I razed the tainted chapel
But no angel came to comfort me
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I stormed the Tower of Babel
I found nothing to believe
So sticks and stones might break this body, words might wound my soul
And phantom visions fly me where the faithful fear to go
But when this story's over and my sun is sinking low
Open up your gate, Mari-ana
CHORUS:
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother the years pass out of counting
But no prophet comes to comfort me
Lay me down in the dark womb of your love
Mother I climbed the holy mountain
I found nothing to believe
Mother I climbed the holy mountain
I found nothing to believe