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 travelled, ta 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 thru the pane, but the statue in her garden, he always looked the same, he looked the same, ah, 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 few times more, till he finds a lady statue, standing in a door, in her door, oh