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.