Delta Caroline Herring I was on a Delta highway twilight rising from the road lightning shone on cotton fields I drove through pink skies alone went to Lourdes and Santiago traveled down to New Orleans between pilgrims and les bons temps lived the visions and the dreams all this searching leads down such winding roads funny how the time goes so far away from home climbed the Yellow Mountain held the sun in my hand worshipped the warriors in tombs of ancient lands did not reach to the leper though she gave me a smile I just played this old guitar amidst a thousand Chinese eyes