Lyrics

Landfall

Listen to the ululation
Storm upon the Southern shore
Hear the saints as they come marching
In as they have marched before

Look at all the crowded rooftops
Bloated body in the tree
See the black of manumission
And the white of liberty

Feel the warm wind blow at landfall
Heralding a hurricane
Feel the thorns and nails, the red cross
Of another's plight and pain

What you hear, they hear
What you see, they see
But you'll never know how it feels

Listen to the ululation
Storm upon the Southern shore
Hear the saints as they go marching
On as they have marched before