Saint 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?
All of the souls
That curl by the fire
They'll never know
Of all man's desire

[Verse 3]
And watercress clings
To the banks of the stream
In the first grip of spring
When the snow melts to green
And barefoot and cold
And holding a lyre
By the side of the road
Holding all man's desire

[Verse 4]
Call on that saint
When the white candle burns
Keeping her safe
Until she returns