St Clare

https://youtu.be/BZdjuhTBdpU [Intro]           [Verse 1] Call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe     until her return. Paster 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 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.