"Can you stay until tomorrow, there is no one here to save
Can you stay until tomorrow, there is no one here to save"
So spoke our lady of eternal sorrow
From the shelter of her cave
In a carriage of white linen, in her bed beneath the stairs
In a carriage of white linen, in her bed beneath the stairs
She took me to the Jesse house of women
And sanctified me there
I remember yellow curtains, and her long hair hanging down
I remember yellow curtains, and her long hair hanging down
And the ageless face that witnessed me for certain
When my own could not be found
If you see my Saint Dolores, tell her love from Brother John
If you see my Saint Dolores, tell her love from Brother John
When the Judas moon breaks o'er the virgin forest
I'll be down the road and gone