Urban Trad - La Belle Jig lyrics

Let him come into the city Let him find his lucky penny Let him put it in his pocket And shake it all around I've been to pretty buildings, all in search of you I have lit all the candles, sat in all the pews The desert had been done before, but I didn't even care I got sand in both my shoes and scorpions in my hair I saw that Oh the distance is not doable