St. 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.



St 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.



St 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.



By these wounds you will be whole again
By these signs you will know

You'll feel a stirring in your soul again
Till sweet amnesia takes a hold.



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.