Judy Collins - Priests (LP Version) Lyrics
And who will write love songs for youWhen I am Lord at lastAnd your body is the little highway shrineThat all my priests have passedThat all my priests have passed?My priests, they will put flowers thereThey will kneel before the glassBut they'll wear away your little window, loveThey will trample on the grassThey will trample on the grassAnd who will shoot the arrowThat men will follow through your graceWhen I am Lord of memoriesAnd all your armor has turned to laceAnd all your armor has turned to lace?The simple life of heroesThe twisted life of saintsThey just confuse the sunny calendarWith their red and golden paintWith their red and golden paintAnd all of you have seen the danceThat God has kept from meBut he has seen me watching youWhen all your minds were freeWhen all your minds were freeAnd who will write love songs for youWhen I am Lord at lastAnd your body is the little highway shrineThat all my priests have passedThat all my priests have passed?My priests, they will put flowers thereThey will stand before the glassBut they'll wear away your little window, loveThey will trample on the grassThey will trample on the grass
