text: Lady called the blue boy, love
  She took him home
  Made himself an idol, yes
  So he turned to stone
  Like a pilgrim she travelled
  To place her flowers
  Before his granite grace
  And she prayed aloud for love
  To waken in his face
  In his face, oh
  Sometimes in the evening
  He would read to her
  Roll her in his arms
  And give his seed to her
  She would wake in thе morning
  Without him
  And go to the window
  And look out through the pane
  But thе statue in her garden
  He always looked the same
  He looked the same, ah
  Bring her boots of leather
  And she will dance for him
  Shyly from a feather fan
  Shell glance for him
  Here he comes after midnight
  To find her again
  He will come few times more
  Till he finds a lady statue
  Standing in a door
  In her door