When the sinner wakes
The priests are piling in the hay
A little song sung away
Guess who's been after you
Guess who's before you
Season turning, looks like when
We'll be coming back again
We'll be coming back again
Light has come remembering
You standing there in that thing
Busted out again until the dawn
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn
And time and space around you are gone
You're looking into blackest night
Your fortune, love, has not gone away
It's here to stay