Bridget St. John Hamish Hawk

In Berlin, on a rooftop
In Lansing, in a bookshop
In London, on a long walk in Angel

In Dresden, in a big square
In Austin, on the warm air
In London, on a lawn chair, an angel

When seen at night
With wings out wide
She brings to mind
The Bridge of Sighs
One longing look in her eyes and I'm overcome

First she's there
Then she's gone
She makes me swear
I'll hold on
Wisdoms of word
Systems of song
Beasts become birds
Lost becomes one

Ever fair
Ever strong
The sinner's St. Clare
The beggar's Bridget St. John