Saint Clare

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Call on that saint And the candle that burned Keeping her safe Until her return Plaster and paint Holding the fire A poor woman's saint Holding all man's desire [Verse 2] Bold little bird Fly away home Could I but ride herd On the wind and the foam? And all of the souls That curl by the fire They never know All man's desire [Verse 3] Watercress clings To the banks of the stream In the first grip of spring When the snow melts to green Barefoot and cold Holding a lyre By the side of the road Holding all man's desire [Verse 4] Call on thе saint When the white candlе burns Keeping her safe Until her return