Blue Boy

Lady called the blue boy "Love," she took him home

Made himself an idol, yes, so he turned to stone

Like a pilgrim, she traveled to place her flowers

Before his granite grace

And she prayed aloud for love to waken in his face

In his face, oh

Sometimes, in the evening, he would read to her

Roll her in his arms and give his seed to her

She would wake in the morning without him

And go to the window and look out through the pain

But the statue in her garden, he always looked the same

He looked the same, oh

Bring her boots of leather, and she will dance for him

Shyly from a feather fan, she'll glance for him

Here he comes after midnight to find her again

He will come a few times more

Till he finds a lady statue standing in a door

In her door