"can you stay until tomorrow, there is no one here to save" "can you stay until tomorrow, there is no one here to save" so spoke our lady of eternal sorrow from the shelter of her cave in a carriage of white linen, in her bed beneath the stairs in a carriage of white linen, in her bed beneath the stairs she took me to the jesse house of women and sanctified me there Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee i remember yellow curtains, and her long hair hanging down i remember yellow curtains, and her long hair hanging down and the ageless face that witnessed me for certain when my own could not be found Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee if you see my saint dolores, tell her love from brother john if you see my saint dolores, tell her love from brother john when the judas moon break o'er the virgin forest oh i'll be down the road and gone