Young hands
Who forever stands
Like a child of Prague, naked, before the unlit fire
In truth, heart, love, spirit, requiem

In her twilight years
Married and widowed
The madam brought to the church of our lady victorious
In the little quarter
Belonging, barefoot and driven to swim

She follows me where I go
She follows me and so I know
She follows me where I go
She follows me and so I know

She always
She always goes
With me, with me, with me