saints above she said with a hand upon my head and we wheeled over the field under the sky and i was nineteen and she was twenty one and we were high low high low high low high we were high low high low high now a leper kneels and prays for bright and future airy days his bandages have all decayed the sun is beating down and from the forest flies a bird a cardinal thats overheard and understood the lepers words and become his shocking crown these are the kinds of things shed say to me while crying on my shoulder and i am trying to console her but were high low high low high low high when youre high youre low when youre high