There is a house in New Orleans,
they call the rising sun,
It´s been the ruin of many young poor boy,
and God, I know I´m one.

Verse 1
cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
you´re decent.

Verse 2
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
you´re decent.

Hope! Cha! Hey!

Chorus 1
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realise there´s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realise there´s no reply.

verse 3
living like birds in the magnolia trees,
crowd on the roof top mama on her knees.
my signs make please I,m an American.

Verse 4
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,

how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief,
what´s wrong now?

Hope! Cha! Hey!

Chorus 2
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there´s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there´s no reply.
I say no matter how I try, I realise there´s no reply.
I say no matter how I try, I realise there´s no reply.