Medicine Man - Victor S. Wolf

from the album: Kingston and the Rasta

My soul needed saving so I went to the man
a thousand miles to the Medicine Man
and onto my way a little bird did fly
and she spent some time with me on my way

Been around the world without much of a plan
I drank her wine and dirtied my hands
In and out of love I fell like a man
but the bird remained despite the pain

and on that night the little bird did cry
for her wing did break in a freak mistake
and on my she came with me 
for I'm on my way to the Medicine Man

You hope you pray, you hold on for days
a thousand miles to the Medicine Man
You love you sway you do what you can
a thousand miles to the Medicine Man

And on that day oh, there he was
in a long black cloak and his display
of pills and potions in bottles of clay
and herbs and weeds for a merry day

Son, he says, bring the girl to me
He did all he can to heal her wing
and into the sky oh, up she flew
for on the way she came whole again

You hope you pray, you hold on for days
a thousand miles to the Medicine Man
You love you sway you do what you can
a thousand miles to the Medicine Man