Calling All Angels, by Jane Siberry, When I Was A Boy, 1993.santa maria, santa teresa, santa anna, santa susannah, santa cecilia, santa copelia, santa domenica, mary angelica, frater achad, frater pietro, julianus, petronilla, santa, santos, miroslaw, vladimir and all the rest
a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries,
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing
then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it's how long? and how far? and how many times before it's too late?calling all angels . . .
we're cryin' and we're hurtin' and we're not sure why . . .and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity
it's almost . . . as if, if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means
but if you could . . . do you think you would trade in all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leavingcalling all angels . . .
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
callin' all angels . . .
we're tryin'
we're hopin'
we're hurtin'
we're lovin'
we're cryin'
we're callin'
'cuz we're not sure how this goes