Lila Downs

The land is the mother, of a tender crop
The corn will grow, with the shining sun
Ive seen a believer, Ive seen Moses wear red
In my answer to their prayers, I pray to the dead

I came in November, to the date in my name
I followed a young man, down the river of pain
I drank form his tears, quenched the thirst in my bones
Then I played his heartbeat and he gave me his soul

Listen to the woman
At the bottom of the sea
Floating in her hair
There is a reflection o me

I came in November, to the date in my name
I followed a young man, down the river of pain
I drank from his tears, quenched the thirst in my bones
Then I played his heartbeat, til he gave me his soul

I played his heartbeat, til he gave me his soul
Then I played his heartbeat til he gave me his soul.