Prayer To Persephone

Be to her, Persephone,              All the things I might not be;              Take her head upon your knee.              She that was so proud and wild,              Flippant, arrogant and free,              She that had no need of me,              Is a little lonely child              Lost in Hell,--Persephone,              Take her head upon your knee;              Say to her, "My dear, my dear,              It is not so dreadful here."     CHORUS              Give away her gowns,              Give away her shoes;              She has no more use              For her fragrant gowns;              Take them all down,              Blue, green, blue,              Lilac, pink, blue,              From their padded hangers;              She will dance no more              In her narrow shoes;              Sweep her narrow shoes              From the closet floor.