ST. FIN BARRE

Oh Saint Fin Barre you look lovely
Through this portal plucked from an apple tree
If you take notice I have left my footprints upon that ceiling
And through all the primrose, the ruins and barley
I'll never forget the mixing of the clay

And within an instant, I was speechless
Primitive instinct, I approached it
It took all I had to not just take it and run away
And within an instant it was all taken away from me
And the sting of packing up my things
As you laid in bed with fever
Dreaming about putting a ring on my finger
And toasting to forever
The bite of red wine upon your tongue

Green rainwater cold on my scalp
I'll take the pure life with my friends help
When I had fever, they spoon-fed me honey and said a prayer
And when I was healing the sight of the ocean below I could not bare

I think you'd love it here in New Orleans
At least for six months before it starts pouring
I've had too many precious things just wash away
And it all got better when I changed my name