the fate
For Catherine the chapel stays quiet
The sand feels mighty cold
There’s only one way to get there
But she’ll never tell a soul
Pastor, o pastor
Bring back the day and night
The foreigner sits in the alley
The coffee on the tray
Every peddler in passing
Becomes a blur of gray
keep the letters a-comin’
and the ink at my side to write
November keeps them captive
They stood at the wall of rose
and etched on the doorway
But they could not juxtapose
For better or worse
For the wind still whispers fight
the highway sirens near
They sing bright as rain
The day seems tainted
From a fortnight away
from the street side shelter
They will run till they’re out of sight
On the day the soldiers came
It was told in the sky the same
Bless the weary and the damned
From the castles to quarters banned
where the daughters work the land
and the sons are wretched men
for they served the people then
now they claim the lions den
where they wait
For Catherine the chapel stays quiet
The sand feels mighty cold
There’s only one way to get there
But she’ll never tell a soul
Pastor, o pastor
Bring back the day and night
