There is a house in new orleans. They call the rising sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And god i know i'm one. I cried to my daddy on the telephone. how long now. Until the clouds unroll and you come home. the line went. But the shadows still remain since your descent. your descent. I cried to my daddy on the telephone. how long now. Until the clouds unroll and you come home. the line went. But the shadows still remain since your descent. your descent. The saints are coming the saints are coming. I say no matter how I try I realise there's no reply. The saints are coming the saints are coming. I say no matter how I try I realise there's no reply. SOLO. A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief. How long now. Until a weather change condemns belief. The stone says. This paternal guide once had his day. Once had his day. The saints are coming the saints are coming. I say no matter how I try I realise there's no reply. The saints are coming the saints are coming. I say no matter how I try I realise there's no reply. I say no matter how I try I realise there's no reply. I say no matter how I try I realise there's no reply