The first thing I remember Was the red spot on the moon

It was back in late September when I

Met that dark-eyed quadro They turned their backs to whisper

They said she had the devil's stain But until last Sunday morning

I could not be restrained.

There was wild wind on the water.

It was singing a sad, sad song.

The night I fell in love with her and tried to take her home.

Right from the start

I always knew.

The storm passed on the island on its way to New Orleans.

And it flattened all the shanties up

The gypsies and the thieves.

I saw the red flag flying.

That meant for us to leave But my relation from Delacroix

Was too far to be retrieved.

Right from the start

I always knew I always knew

People down in Morgan town, they got nowhere left to go.

And I still see your shadow moving slowly on the shore.

Talking to the little children in a language of a dream.

Said you can do it if you're willing.

Willing to be free.

Right from the start.

I always knew.