The Saints Are Coming

I cried to my daddy on the telephone

how long now

Until the clouds unroll and you come home

the line went

But the shadows still remain since your descent

your descent

The saints are coming, the saints are coming

No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

The saints are coming, the saints are coming

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief

How long now

Until a weather change condemns belief

The stone says

This paternal guide once had his day

Once had his day

The saints are coming, the saints are coming

No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

The saints are coming, the saints are coming