Doctor Millar Saint Stephen Lyrics

Your brother Joe gets the farm
Well that's always been on the cards
You're not smart enough for a doctor
You're not big enough for the guards
Be a priest Stephen
Be a priest Stephen
You develop a taste for the theatre of it
You love dressing up in the clothes
You don't seem to get in anyone's way
And soon before anyone knows
You're a priest Stephen
You're a priest Stephen
You do your best to be cheerful
You do your best to be kind
You've no particular talent
But nobody seems to mind
You're a priest Stephen
You're a priest Stephen
Finally fifty you find you're alone
You feel somehow cheated You wish you had someone
You turn to your God and at last you admit
You´ve never really believed he exists
Have you Stephen? Have you Stephen?
On a trip to New York you meet a young man
He's playing in a traditional band
You're kind of nervous when he takes you home
But you're crying tears of love as you come
With him you celebrate the divine mystery
And the rest as they say Stephen is history
In later years you develop a name
Some idiots doubted you're motives were pure
You laughed and said seeing is only believing
And I said fair f___s to you
Saint Stephen
Saint Stephen
For now that summer has come to the land
Warming the seas and the suns and the stones
La, la lovers raise up their voice
And sing goods praise everyone
Sing goods praise everyone
Sing goods praise everyone
Even Stephen
Even Stephen