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[le_dobermann]

All through the port, past Chinatown's gate
The thieves and grifters were forced to wait
Each seeking passage on the riverboat south
Gold filled their purses, lies filled their mouths
.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.
You dreamed in the lamplight by the waterfront pier
Transit guaranteed by handlers far from here
Your papers in order, identity assumed
A raft to convey you moored beneath the moon
.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.
Smoking in her stateroom far below deck
Rosa Coldfield barely kept herself in check
She scrawled your face on a mirror so cold
She called your name in a voice so bold
.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.
Your dreams were unhindered, desires unbound
You lingered for an hour with the treasure you'd found
You steeled yourself for travel, unpacked your blade
Your mind always on all the money you'd made
.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.
Miss Coldfield spoke freely with no sense of tact
And foolish disregard for the force at her back
The docks of New Orleans teemed with traffic that day
But no-one seemed to notice as they carried her away
.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.
Caracas blazed before you with the rising sun
Her strangers would forgive you everything you'd done
In the street you threw a coin into a beggar's cup
You looked down, he looked up
.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust;
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
(c)
Tarbox Ramblers - Ashes to Ashes