Sacristy

When the Benedict bells ring, do they make you think of me

You and me inside the sacristy with the wafers and the wine

My blood pumping like the organ, holding bibles in our hands

You the Canaan land, forbidden and fine

When I hear the bells of St. Jude, they make me think of you

And all the pretty birds that flew from your mouth into mine

My swallows almost set to singing, sparrows almost took to wing

But if they knew anything, it's that God's eyes were on them all the time

You said, the red velvet plate with the quarters, let's take them

We'll build ourselves a house on the hill