You Standing There

When the sinner wakes
The priests are piling in the hay 
A little song sung away 
Guess who's been after you 
Guess who's before you 
Season turning, looks like when 
We'll be coming back again 
We'll be coming back again 
Light has come remembering 
You standing there in that thing 
Busted out again until the dawn 
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn 
And time and space around you are gone 
You're looking into blackest night 
Your fortune, love, has not gone away 
It's here to stay