Prayer To Persephone

        Be to her, Persephone,
        All the things I might not be;
        Take her head upon your knee.
        She that was so proud and wild,
        Flippant, arrogant and free,
        She that had no need of me,
        Is a little lonely child
        Lost in Hell,--Persephone,
        Take her head upon your knee;
        Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
        It is not so dreadful here."




CHORUS

        Give away her gowns,
        Give away her shoes;
        She has no more use
        For her fragrant gowns;
        Take them all down,
        Blue, green, blue,
        Lilac, pink, blue,
        From their padded hangers;
        She will dance no more
        In her narrow shoes;
        Sweep her narrow shoes
        From the closet floor.