St. Clare

[Verse 1]

Call on that saint

And the candle that burns

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

And holding a lyre

By the side of the road

Holding all man's desire

[Verse 4]

Call on the saint

When the white candle burns

Keeping her safe

Until her return