Oh oh oh. I just finished writing "Jubilee Street". I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke. I believed I'd taken a bride called Mary Stanford. And I flew into a frenzy searching high and low. Because in my dream the girl was very young. Oh I said hey little girl where do you hide?. You draw the lightning from the sky. Ohh all of this and her dark hair. And all of this and her dark hair Lord. Oh see that girl coming on down. Coming on down coming on down. See that girl coming on down. Coming on down coming on down. Last night your shadows scampered up the wall. It flies and leaped like a black spider between your legs. And cried my children my children. They are lost to us. All of this and her dark hair oh no. All of this and her dark hair oh Lord. See that girl coming on down. Coming on down coming on down. See that girl coming on down. Coming on down coming on down. See that girl coming on down. Coming on down coming on down. See that girl coming on down. Coming on down coming on down