by Patti Smith. Come back little Sheba. I hear them calling. Open your ears. Awake from thy sleep. High above. The stars are falling. Open your arms. And you shall receive. The lights of the city. So bold and flashing. All of its riches. Imparted to thee. Robes of saffron. Robes of standing. A road of crimson. Spread at your feet. Your robes of standing. Your robes of saffron. Your road of crimson. All pleasing to me. But close your lights. Close your gates. I must arise. My flock awaits. Farewell little Sheba. I hear them a'calling. Here is your staff. Tend to thy sheep. Good wishes be with you. If that be your calling. Farewell little Sheba. Arise and take leave.