Gretchen Peters - Saint francis

Saint Francis walking ^C/Gon the ^Gwater All his lambs have ^C/Ggone to ^Gslaughter ^D And all the creatures who re^Cceive his grace You ^Gcan see them all in his ^Dhaggard face ^G

Saint Francis begging ^C/Gat your ^Gdoorway You want to let him in, but what will the ^C/Gneighbours ^Gsay ^D And you know you can't go on, but you ^Ccan't give up And he ^Ganswers you with his ^Dbegging cup ^G

Saint Francis sitting ^C/Gat your ^Gtable A cup of tea a^C/Gmong the ^Gfaithful ^D Behind a wall that's made of^C little lies Much to ^Gyour surprise, you ^Dstart to cry ^{G D}

And by these wounds you will be ^Cwhole again By these ^Gsigns you will ^Dknow You'll feel a stirring in your ^Csoul again ^Em 'Til sweet amnesia takes a ^Fhold ^G

Saint Francis sleeping ^C/Gin the ^Gmeadow His halo is a ^C/Graven's ^Gshadow ^D He's been sleeping for eight ^Chundred years In a ^Gpotter's field full of ^Dsparrow's tears And while we sleep and dream of ^Cheaven's gates Down ^Ghere on earth the ^Dold man waits ^G