The Lion's Paw

Well, I don’t know if we’ll make it through the cold months

The wood is gone, the ground is frozen

Ain’t it cruel how fast a god can turn his back

On the eve of the harvest, the heavens crack

 

Oh, hear me Saint Jerome, help me understand

Oh, help me Saint Jerome, be a better man

 

When I left old London Town, my hands were clean

My pockets full and the path was shining

Oh, but who's to judge a man on days like these

Desperate times call for desperate means

 

Oh, hear me Saint Jerome, help me understand

Oh, help me Saint Jerome, be a better man

 

If you don’t take away the thorn from the lion’s paw

See what you’ll find there, at the break of dawn

There’s a beast I’ve learned that lurks inside us all

Push me down too long, gonna tear down the walls

 

Oh, hear me St Jerome, help me understand

Oh, help me St Jerome, be a better man

Oh, come back St Jerome, help me understand

Oh, heal me St Jerome, make me a better man