Saint Francis

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Saint Francis 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

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Saint Francis begging at your doorway

You want to let him in but what will the neighbors say

You know you can't go on but you can't give up

And he answers you

With his begging cup

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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

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By these wounds you will be whole again

By these signs you will know

You'll feel a stirring in your soul again

'Til sweet amnesia takes a hold

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Saint Francis sleeping in the meadow

His halo is a raven's shadow

He's been sleeping for 800 years

In a potter'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

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