Lyrics Priests - Judy Collins

Priests

And who will write love songs for you
When I am lord at last
And your body is some little highway shrine
That all my priests have passed
That all my priests have passed?
My priests they will put flowers there
They will stand before the glass
But they’ll wear away your little window, love
They will trample on the grass
They will trample on the grass
And who will aim the arrow
That men will follow through your grace
When I am lord of memory
And all your armour has turned to lace
And all your armour has turned to lace?
The simple life of heroes
And the twisted life of saints
They just confuse the sunny calendar
With their red and golden paints
With their red and golden paints
And all of you have seen the dance
That God has kept from me
But he has seen me watching you
When all your minds were free
When all your minds were free
And who will write love songs for you …
My priests they will put flowers there …