The Saga Of Pepote Rouge

(álbum: Islands - 1977)

There's a legend of a lady on the mountain
Who lives alone beyond the mecca plain
And with her hands she makes it through the winter
She never goes against the grain

To be someone is to be someone alone
To be someone is known as solitude
To learn to sing below the surface
You must adjust your altitude

Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of being hellbound
She had a vision, and now she holds the key
You don't know what you want, 'til you find out what you need.

I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady
Called to me in a voice so soft and low
Her words resounded like a fountain of truth
And then she faded like a rainbow

Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth
Carved in stone, the queen of avatars
Where seventy children were given birth
She then returned back to the stars

Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of being hellbound
She can help us find our way and get across
You don't know what you gained 'til you find out what you lost.

Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain
And lead our people into the light of day
For they are lost and know not where they're going
And all their leaders are cast in clay

Now disbelief and mass confusion
Spreading wild across the land
You can call it love or call it wisdom
To be not saving a drowning man.

Break the news, Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of being hellbound
She can show us just where we went wrong
You don't know where you're going 'til you find where you belong.