When the sinner wakes The priests are piling in the hay A little song sung away Guess who's been after you Guess who's before you Season turning, looks like when We'll be coming back again We'll be coming back again Light has come remembering You standing there in that thing Busted out again until the dawn Comes creeping across the meadow lawn And time and space around you are gone You're looking into blackest night Your fortune, love, has not gone away It's here to stay