Lady called the blue boy love

 

She took him home

 

Made himself an idol yes

So he turned to stone

Like a pilgrim she travelled

Ta place her flowers

Before his granite grace

 

And she prayed aloud for love

 

To waken in his face

 

In his face oh

 

Sometimes in the evening

He would read to her

 

Roll her in his arms

And give his seed to her

She would wake in the morning

Without him

And go to the window

And look out thru the pane

 

But the statue in her garden

He always looked the same

 

He looked the same ah

 

Bring her boots of leather

And she will dance for him

 

Shyly from a feather fan

 

She'll glance for him

Here he comes after midnight

To find her again

He will come few times more

 

Till he finds a lady statue

Standing in a door

 

In her door oh