Ingrid Ferris
Ingrid Ferris


He gathers wood he builds a fire

Under a clear sky, indigo night.

He lays the wood like an Indian tee pee

He blows the flame

He looks like a chief.


He crouches low he moves around

He tends the fire he warms the ground. X2


Chorus: We tell some stories, he holds my hand

We are both filled he is my man.


We kiss and we hug, we burn we are bright

Under a clear sky, indigo night

Oh what a life under the stars

Trees silhouetted here by the fire.


I crouch low, I move around

I tend the fire I warm the ground. X2




In the distance Is our tribe

They’re playin’ their drums out under the sky.

I see their fire, I smell their smoke,

They seem so happy, they are my folk.


They crouch low, they move around

They tend the fire, they warm the ground. X2


In the darkness we breath deep

The smell of juniper and lavender.

We sleep on the dirt wrapped in our blanket

We listen to nature sing our song.


We crouch low we move around

We tend the fire we warm the ground. X2


Ingrid Ferris
Joan Baez


Please check out my Blog page on my web site, I've written about recording this song and the inspiration I have drawn from Joan Baez.


Well  I’ll be damned

here comes your ghost again

But that’s not unusual

it’s just that the moon is full

And you happen to call.


You burst on the scene

already a legend,

The unwashed phenomenon,

the original vagabond,

You strayed into my arms.


And there you stayed,

temporarily lost at sea,

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes the girl on the half shell

could keep you unharmed.


And here I sit, hand on the telephone

Hearing a voice I’d known

A couple of light years ago

Headed straight for a fall.



Ten years ago

I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust.


As I remember your eyes

Were bluer that robins eggs

My poetry was lousy you said

Where are you calling from

A booth in the Midwest.


Well I see you standing

with brown leaves all around

And snow in your hair

And you’re smiling out the window

Of that crummy hotel over Washington Square.


Our breath comes out white clouds

It mingles and hangs in the air

Speaking strictly for me

We both could have died then and there.



Now you’re telling me

You’re not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it

You who were so good with words

And at keeping things vague.


Cause I need some of that vagueness now

It all comes back too clearly

Yes I loved you dearly

But if you offering me diamonds and rust

Well I’ve already paid.


Oh the times they are a changin’….( repeat )

Ingrid Ferris
Joe Illing, Ingrid Ferris, Giles Arendt


Like a white gull rising in a shaft of sun,

Wings out-stretched, filled with the wind,

A solitary traveler in an oil-black sky,

I shall return to you, I shall return to you…

Ahhh ahhh ahhh ( other voices.)


Like a Coho salmon from uncharted seas,

Jumping, twisting, with silver back arched,

An acrobat dancing in rainbow spray,

I shall return to you ( dire) I shall return.

Ahh ahh + dire


Like a prodigal son, turning from thieves,

From crack houses, jails, from unholy gutters

Littered with glass and human debris

I  shall return to You, I shall return.

Ahh ahh…..


Your forgivness shall cure me forever….

Dire…ohhh ohhh

Your love shall resurrect me, when like a white gull rising,

I shall return to you,( dire on going.)

 I shall return to you

Ohh ohhh…..

You shall clean me and comfort me,

And bathe me in spring water

And you shall dress me in white linen

And feed me a feast of Thanksgiving.

You shall clean me and comfort me

And bathe me in warm water ( dire)

And bathe me and clean me

In warm water

And comfort me and bathe me

In warm water,

And comfort me and bathe me

In warm water.


Ingrid Ferris
Ingrid Ferris



Lay me down in a bed of roses,

Lay me down on hallowed ground

Lay me down in a bed of roses

Lay me down, lay me down.


  1. Oh the world seems strange to me

Hear of wars, hear of woes

And I feel like I should be goin’

Bring me home, bring me home.




  1. I see blue hills on the horizon

And the moon over the rise

And I know it’s the old ones callin’

Bring me home, bring me home.




  1. Is that my home lit up and welcomin’?

And the folks that I love dear?

Tucked in that hollow, like a babe a sleepin’,

Bring home, bring me home.





Peace like a river is rolling me home, peace like a river is rollin’ me home…


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Ingrid Ferris: Traveling Saints & Angels

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Ingrid Ferris: Traveling Saints & Angels

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Diamonds and Rust

Diamonds and Rust Music Video

Ingrid Ferris presents her debut video, the Joan Baez penned Diamonds And Rust.

Directed by Tim Jenson.

Produced by Left Coast Digital, Olympia, Washington.

Filmed at Arcade Studios, Tumwater, Washington.