São Francisco

Here comes Saint Francis
Down the road
Barefoot
So poor
Sleeping at night
By the mill
Drinking water
From the stream.

Here comes Saint Francis
Feet on the ground
Carrying nothing
In his old sack
Saying to the wind
Good morning, friend
Saying to the fire
Cheers, brother

Here comes Saint Francis
Down the road
Cradling
Little Jesus
Throwing a party
For the little one
Telling stories
To the birds.