HE HAD A VISION OF ANNE MARIE
WITH A ROSARY IN HER HAND
SO ITS EXIT THE RAINMAKER,
THE OLD GREY FLANNEL MAN
WITH A CLOSET FULL OF BUSINESS SUITS,
HE LEFTA LETTER NEAR THE PHONE,
IT SAID I'M ON MY WAY TO PARADISE,
TO SEE THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND THEN HE CAUGHT THE TRAIN TO BRUSSELS,
HE ORDERED COGNAC AND CROISSANTS,
HE MADE A MENTAL LIST OF THINGS
HE OWNED BUT DIDN'T WANT,
ALL THE BUILDINGS, ALL THE REAL ESTATE,
THE ANTIQUE GLASS AND STONE,
HE'D TRADE A VOW OF POVERTY
TO SEE THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND HE SANG AVE MARIA,
OR AT LEAST THE PARTS HE KNEW
AND WATCHED THE SHADOW OF THE TRAIN
ON THE TOWNS THAT THEY ROLLED THROUGH
AND HE CLOSED HIS EYES
AND HE SAW TWO RIVERS
THE RHONE AND (G)THE SAONE
THE MALE AND FEMALE SPIRIT
OF THE CITY OF LYON
THEN HE WAITED ON THE BRIDGE,
WHERE THEY MET THE YEAR BEFORE
BUT THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS
AND THEN THE SEASONS NUMBERED FOUR
AND HIS CLOTHES GREW WORN AND RAGGED
AS THROUGH THAT TOWN HE ROAMED,
SEARCHING EVERY OPEN WINDOW,
FOR THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND HE SANG AVA MARIA,
OR AT LEAST THE PARTS HE KNEW,
AND WATCHED HIS SHADOW ON THE WALLS
OF THE STREETS THAT HE WALKED THROUGH,
AND HE CROSSED THOSE HOLY RIVERS,
THE RHONE AND THE SAONE
THEY'D NOT GIVE UP THE SECRET OF,
THE ANGEL OF LYON
NOW THERES A THOUSAND CANDLES
BURNING IN THEBASILICATONIGHT,
WHERE SISTER EVE MARIA
IS THE KEEPER OF THE LIGHT
AND DOWN A DREAM OF ALLEYWAYS
WALKS A SAINT OF RAG AND BONE,
THE MADMAN TORN ASUNDER,
BY THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND HE SANG AVA MARIA,
OR AT LEAST THE PARTS HE KNEW,
AND WATCHED HIS SHADOW ON THE WALL
OF THE STREETS THAT HE CRAWLED THROUGH
AND HE CROSSED THOSE HOLY RIVERS,
THE RHONE AND THE SAONE,
BUT THEY'D NOT GIVE UP THE SECRET
OF THE ANGEL OF LYON
WITH A ROSARY IN HER HAND
SO ITS EXIT THE RAINMAKER,
THE OLD GREY FLANNEL MAN
WITH A CLOSET FULL OF BUSINESS SUITS,
HE LEFTA LETTER NEAR THE PHONE,
IT SAID I'M ON MY WAY TO PARADISE,
TO SEE THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND THEN HE CAUGHT THE TRAIN TO BRUSSELS,
HE ORDERED COGNAC AND CROISSANTS,
HE MADE A MENTAL LIST OF THINGS
HE OWNED BUT DIDN'T WANT,
ALL THE BUILDINGS, ALL THE REAL ESTATE,
THE ANTIQUE GLASS AND STONE,
HE'D TRADE A VOW OF POVERTY
TO SEE THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND HE SANG AVE MARIA,
OR AT LEAST THE PARTS HE KNEW
AND WATCHED THE SHADOW OF THE TRAIN
ON THE TOWNS THAT THEY ROLLED THROUGH
AND HE CLOSED HIS EYES
AND HE SAW TWO RIVERS
THE RHONE AND (G)THE SAONE
THE MALE AND FEMALE SPIRIT
OF THE CITY OF LYON
THEN HE WAITED ON THE BRIDGE,
WHERE THEY MET THE YEAR BEFORE
BUT THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS
AND THEN THE SEASONS NUMBERED FOUR
AND HIS CLOTHES GREW WORN AND RAGGED
AS THROUGH THAT TOWN HE ROAMED,
SEARCHING EVERY OPEN WINDOW,
FOR THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND HE SANG AVA MARIA,
OR AT LEAST THE PARTS HE KNEW,
AND WATCHED HIS SHADOW ON THE WALLS
OF THE STREETS THAT HE WALKED THROUGH,
AND HE CROSSED THOSE HOLY RIVERS,
THE RHONE AND THE SAONE
THEY'D NOT GIVE UP THE SECRET OF,
THE ANGEL OF LYON
NOW THERES A THOUSAND CANDLES
BURNING IN THEBASILICATONIGHT,
WHERE SISTER EVE MARIA
IS THE KEEPER OF THE LIGHT
AND DOWN A DREAM OF ALLEYWAYS
WALKS A SAINT OF RAG AND BONE,
THE MADMAN TORN ASUNDER,
BY THE ANGEL OF LYON
AND HE SANG AVA MARIA,
OR AT LEAST THE PARTS HE KNEW,
AND WATCHED HIS SHADOW ON THE WALL
OF THE STREETS THAT HE CRAWLED THROUGH
AND HE CROSSED THOSE HOLY RIVERS,
THE RHONE AND THE SAONE,
BUT THEY'D NOT GIVE UP THE SECRET
OF THE ANGEL OF LYON