She loves full and [bad word]  as a fighting bequest 
She was given her earth by a [bad word] to rest
And the children she bore loved this [bad word] too much
Calloused [bad word] to die in our hands as we touch
And so soften me now, let me take as it’s given
For the wind's started up and the lady is risen

Is it snowing in London and warm in your bed
Have I nothing to give you, I'm cold in your head
But you're burning in [bad word] to rest off the train 
In the silence you've gone and the [bad word] again
It’s been years since I saw you, I've learned how to live
And the love’s back in swing and the lady is risen

Tell me where have the saints gone, oh where is the pull
Are they flourished in times that were guarded with wool
You know limbless they marched till they fell off the map.
Are you sick of them falling like [bad word] on your lap
You once told me that this isn't all that there is
And the band started up and the lady is risen.

You know life isn't always like the end of your novels
All things might wind up but they always unravel 
And I’ll watch you with eyes that can see I can see
That you're too good at pulling that wool over me 
And I’ll fight but there’s nothing here I find to resist
And the winds started up and the lady is risen