Farewell To Saint Dolores

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

Yodel-a-hee
Yodel-a-hee
Yodel-a-hee

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

Yodel-a-hee
Yodel-a-hee
Yodel-a-hee

Yodel-a-hee
Yodel-a-hee
Yodel-a-hee

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 break o'er the virgin forest oh i'll be down the road and gone