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