Rooftop Garden

Take me up to your rooftop garden In this city made of sand and clay Don't you let my heart a-harden Underneath this formless sky of gray Take me up to your rooftop garden From which you can barely see the sea Rocks and water out there on the margins Telling us that one day we'll be free Oh, I saw the waters flee Left the city drier than a dream Oh, take me up to sing Into the dust, searching for a spring Underneath the shade of Jonah's tree Take me up to your rooftop garden Empty water towers of San Miguel Don't you be trying to make a bargain Let the drought teach you to wait here well Take me up to your rooftop garden By the balconies all made of wood Call down to the streets proclaiming pardon Contemplate the beautiful and good Oh, I saw the waters flee Left the city drier than a dream Oh, take me up to sing Into the dust, searching for a spring Underneath the shade of Jonah's tree Oh, I'm yearning, I'm in need Oh, I'm begging and I'm pleading Oh, show me fields of green Oh, keep me poor in spirit