Little Saint
Copyright Doc Pablo, Cambridge, 1994

(a capella)

I'm little brother to a little saint from Californ,
She's the first-born daughter of a gypsy queen
And I swear you'd say
If she were standing here today
That she's the saddest soul you've ever seen

I'm little brother to a little saint, I know it's true,
You can take my money, you can take my word
She got deep brown eyes
That'll take you by surprise
Sweetest voice you ever heard

Give a stranger that old coat right off her back if he look cold
She's gonna walk a hundred miles to walk you home
She's gonna make her place
To bring you a state of grace
And help you find a dream to call your own

If she had a million dollars, she'd give it all away
Down to her last red cent she'd do the same
She'll wrap her arms around you if Lonely comes your way
And heaven, Patience sings her name

I'm little brother to a little saint, say one last time,
Any fool can see what magic she confer
But it's gonna take some time
Before she finally finds
Someone who'll be a saint for her