Shook out my salvation
In all four corners of my room
Lowly is the dust
Trustworthy the broom
White lady Growlin' on a chain
Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name
The tone was pure and played on gut
From your birdhouse aflame
Your fire burns for me
Red as grace
The blush came easily to your face
Your fire burns for me
Red as grace
and She says that none would have her
As a boy I too drew near