Saint Francis Songtext
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Saint Francis is walking on the water
All his lambs have gone to slaughter
All the creatures who receive his grace
You can see them all in his haggard face
Saint Francis begging at your doorway
You want to let him on but what you will the neighbours say
And you know you can't go on but you can't give up
And he answers you with his begging cup
All his lambs have gone to slaughter
All the creatures who receive his grace
You can see them all in his haggard face
Saint Francis begging at your doorway
You want to let him on but what you will the neighbours say
And you know you can't go on but you can't give up
And he answers you with his begging cup
Saint Francis sitting at your table
A cup of tea among the faithful
Behind a wall that's made of little lies
Much to your surprise you start to cry
By these wounds you will be whole again
By these signs you will know
You'll feel a stiring in your soul again
Til sweet amnesia takes a hold
Saint Francis is sleeping in the meadow
His halo is a raven's shadow
He's been sleeping for 800 years
In a ppotter's field full of sparrow's tears
And while we sleep and dream of heaven's gates
Down here on earth the old man waits.
(Merci à PEYRARD pour cettes paroles)
A cup of tea among the faithful
Behind a wall that's made of little lies
Much to your surprise you start to cry
By these wounds you will be whole again
By these signs you will know
You'll feel a stiring in your soul again
Til sweet amnesia takes a hold
Saint Francis is sleeping in the meadow
His halo is a raven's shadow
He's been sleeping for 800 years
In a ppotter's field full of sparrow's tears
And while we sleep and dream of heaven's gates
Down here on earth the old man waits.
(Merci à PEYRARD pour cettes paroles)
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