| Well through the window she comes | 
| And through the window she comes | 
| She got a little rope tied, tied to her leg | 
| And where it leads to, I don’t know | 
| But you can hand your babies up to the higher ground | 
| And to the hairy one’s blessed upon the crown | 
| I’m comin' down like a river in a cage | 
| The monkey see, the monkey do | 
| I’m comin' down like a river in cage | 
| I’ll run my hands through you | 
| And the walls begin to howl | 
| And the walls begin to howl | 
| For my lady run, nothing left but her scent | 
| Oh gracious mother, oh gracious light | 
| Speak to me inside your womb | 
| Oh gracious father, hold me to the higher ground | 
| So comin' down like a river in a cage | 
| The monkey see the monkey do | 
| I’m comin' down like a river in a cage | 
| I’ll run my hands through you | 
| I’m comin' down to what you say, hey, hey | 
| I’m comin' down to what you say, hey, hey | 
| I’m comin' down to what you say, hey, hey | 
| I’m comin' down | 
| And many dreams will be spoken | 
| To walk along in your breath | 
| And many freedoms chosen | 
| To lift the law outta your bed | 
| I’m comin' down, down to see the world | 
| Tell em' that who am I | 
| I’m comin' down, down to see the world | 
| Tell em' that who am I | 
| No, oh |