Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Indian Rope Man , by - Richie Havens. Song from the album Paris Live 1969, in the genre Release date: 26.01.2015
Record label: Stormy Forest
Song language: English
Indian Rope Man |
| Fog dangling thick |
| Can’t see the right road, streets are sick |
| The eight day mill |
| It might grind slow, but it grinds fine |
| Indian rope man, while looking on |
| Tells common clay he’s heavenly born |
| Retired layman looks on in scorn with a transplanted heart |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| Yeah, yeah! |
| Indian rope man sees the times |
| Splitting loose the edge of minds |
| Catching losers in his line, in his line yeah! |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| What? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Indian rope man flexes his eye |
| Dissolving the fog, revealing the lie |
| Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart, yeah |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| What? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Mm oh oh |
| Indian rope man sees all strife |
| Cutting down eternal life |
| When his soul transcends his heart, oh |
| Kiss him quick, he has to part |
| Yeah, yeah! |