OUR LADY, THE FLAME-KEEPER
The radio is playing low
Tom Traubert sings the blues
The wind has swept the sand away
Indian summer raised the ruins
Whatever you do, my darling, my dear
Always try to keep one foot here
How easily you can drift away
When the wind is at your back
These summer days, they stick to me
Sailor's songs drift on the sea
What's been covered for so long
Can feel the sun again
The dog days, they are setting in
And I'm so far away from land
I keep falling in my dreams
Through an opening in the sand
An apparition of the Virgin Mary
Appeared on the beach in the year 1930
Lightning struck rock, and the sand was formed
The sea birds flew off on a late summer storm
Thousands have sailed across the sea
I encounter them at night in my dreams
In the moonlight, we waltz across the beach
Matilda and Mary, the night watchmen flame-keeps
Our lady of light stands here on the shore
Holding a light for all dreamers who fall
Mother of our joys, mother of our sorrows
Guide me through the storm.
