[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