St. Theresa from Guitar Songs by Carolyn Braus

Drawn out by the night sky its purples and orange
Cold and obscured by the oncoming storm
A mile down the road
She rests beside the fresh snow

The dimples upon her shoulders do speak
Of the histories of a thousand feet
That once walked beside her, enjoyed her, then left her
How unaware they were of the marks they left there

But you will not freeze her
St. Theresa

St. Theresa gives her pintail to the dawn
It stretches a grey wing to the wind
Alights on her water as the evening sky returns with its sin

Take for instance the moon in its orbit
It pushes and pulls and we ask it no more
Theresa lies quietly clicking her locket
She opens her arms as the skies outpour

But you will not freeze her
St. Theresa
She’s only what she is
And we ask her no more

So then why’s it your best that everyone expects
Even when it’s a matter not of love but of wealth
Well I got an idea that’s no longer in fashion
I’m planning to keep my best foot for myself

Theresa she is the steady giver
She don’t roar like the river she don’t tide like the sea
But she shelters her pintail and feeds it its portion
Is it too bold to ask if she’ll take care of me

St. Theresa gives her pintail to the dawn
It stretches a grey wing to the wind
Alights on her water as the evening sky returns with its sin

• Acoustic
• Folk
• folk rock
• guitar
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Washington