Blue Boy

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