Bruce Springsteen - Matamoras Banks Lyrics
(Each year many die crossing the deserts,mountains and rivers of our southern borderin search of a better life. Here I follow thejourney backwards, from the body at theriver bottom, to the man walking acrossthe desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.)For two days the river keeps you downThen you rise to the light without a soundPast the playgrounds and empty switching yardsThe turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the starsYour clothes give way to the current and river stone'Till every trace of who you ever were is goneAnd the things of the earth they make their claimThat the things of heaven may do the sameGoodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks,Meet me on the MatamorosMeet me on the MatamorosMeet me on the Matamoros banksOver rivers of stone and ancient ocean bedsI walk on sandals of twine and tire treadMy pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stoneThe pale moon opens the earth to its bonesI long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanksThe touch of your loving fingertipsMeet me on the MatamorosMeet me on the MatamorosMeet me on the Matamoros banksYour sweet memory comes on the evenin' windI sleep and dream of holding you in my arms againThe lights of Brownsville, across the river shineA shout rings out and into the silty red river I diveI long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanksA touch of your loving fingertipsMeet me on the MatamorosMeet me on the MatamorosMeet me on the Matamoros banks
