A neck of holly I would never offer Put them in a hopeless place Upon a pious Sitting in a cedar I was in a holy place Holding [?] Kneeling hunger I was in a holy place If Joan of Arc were Headed under Put her in a holy place They wouldn't let you Shake upon the altar Put us in a holy place I asked her father If you met a sailor Put him in a holy place The future Our loving Put them in a holy place If Joan of Arc were Headed under Put her in a holy place You are the wonder I pray for You are the wonder I pray for