When Madeleine appeared it always rained,

the people locked their houses, drew the curtains,

prayed and painted crosses on their doors.

They wondered who would be the next for last respects . . .

began rehearsing. Dressed in black with white

carnations, weeping 'til their eyes were sore.

And Madeleine would feel their sorrow, she

only wanted friends, but the lady's doomed to

wander until the very end--'til the end of time!

It's just the price she had to pay for life eternal

and she's sorry, and she's lonely--would love to make amends.

But where Madeleine appears it always rains, the

people lock their houses, draw the curtains, pray it

won't be them--wandering 'til the end of time!

We gather in a strict formation, hold hands in a

circle and at twilight we all we all walk around the

stones. And spirits dance, and bodies roll,

hallucinations curtsey as the river priestess

consecrates the bones. And that's the way it will be

'til the end of time .