Well, they say that our patron's no saint
They say that's the case I say, "It ain't"
Cos Gerard's in heaven
And over Monesterevin
Showers blessings of love without restraint
Well, has there and should there be a cause?
Yet poetry bows to no laws
But the greatest with God
Have all recked his rod
And care nothing for earthly applause
So should we apply to Holy See?
His canonisation to be?
Well, perhaps it is best
To let Gerard rest
And with the Beatles just sing "Let it be"
Cos saints are not really the best
Just those who have passed darkest test
While the world was succeeding
He was just bleeding
It's his blood in his poems I attest
His ambition? He wrung its neck
Till it died on the rocks, a wreck
But now God's new plan
Says, "Imitate this man"
Care nothing for earthly respect
One last refrain I must add
Though you may think me slightly mad
It's the world mothering air
That nestles him everywhere
Makes Gerard so so happy. Not sad