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When Madeleine appeared it always rained, |
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the people locked their houses, drew the curtains, |
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prayed and painted crosses on their doors. |
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They wondered who would be the next for last respects . . . |
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began rehearsing. Dressed in black with white |
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carnations, weeping 'til their eyes were sore. |
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And Madeleine would feel their sorrow, she |
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only wanted friends, but the lady's doomed to |
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wander until the very end--'til the end of time! |
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It's just the price she had to pay for life eternal |
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and she's sorry, and she's lonely--would love to make amends. |
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But where Madeleine appears it always rains, the |
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people lock their houses, draw the curtains, pray it |
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won't be them--wandering 'til the end of time! |
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We gather in a strict formation, hold hands in a |
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circle and at twilight we all we all walk around the |
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stones. And spirits dance, and bodies roll, |
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hallucinations curtsey as the river priestess |
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consecrates the bones. And that's the way it will be |
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'til the end of time . . . |
