SAINT LUCY SPRING    

Grave misfortune
I know you’ve endured
In landscapes of pain
And fate obscure

But look through your window
At the curious rain
Spring’s coming soon
Now you needn’t explain

Throw down I say
All is vanity – vanity!
Turn to the window
And I think you’ll see
What you need to be

Pariah messiahs
And their choirs of liars
Are finally gone
But you’ll remember their song

As you build your ladder
From the moon to the sun
From darkest night
To revelation

Look back to innocence
Through pain and rage
It can’t save you now
You must turn the page   

In deep December
Down in Northampton
When Lucy arrives
With her primitive hymns

The night will break open
With its dream of life  
And you’ll leave at last
The city of strife

Turn to the window
And I think you’ll see
What you need to be
And if you do go
Remember me, remember me