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



bold little bird

fly away home

could I but ride herd

on the wind and the foam



all of the souls

that curl by the fire

they never know

all man's desire



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



call on the saint

when the white candle burns

keeping her safe

until her return