I'd just finished writing "Jubilee Street" I laid down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep And 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 I said, "Hey little girl, where do you hide? You draw lightning from the sky" All of this and her dark hair All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord See that girl Comin' on down Comin' on down Comin' on down See that girl Comin' on down Comin' on down Comin' on down Last night your shadow scampered up the wall, it flied It 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 Lord All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord See that girl Comin' on down Comin' on down Comin' on down See that girl Comin' on down Comin' on down Comin' on down See that girl Comin' on down Comin' on down Comin' on down See that girl Comin' on down Comin' on down Comin' on down