By patti smith



Come back little sheba

I hear them calling

Open your ears

Awake from thy sleep

High above

The stars are falling

Open your arms

And you shall receive



The lights of the city

So bold and flashing

All of it's riches

Imparted to thee

Robes of saffron

Robes of standing

A road of crimson

Spread at your feet



Your robes of standing

Your robes of saffron

Your road of crimson

All pleasing to me

But close your lights

Close your gates

I must arise

My flock awaits



Farewell little sheba

I hear them a'calling

Here is your staff

Tend to thy sheep

Good wishes be with you

If that be your calling

Farewell little sheba

Arise and take leave