Catherine Liked High Places

High Up On The Hills

A Place For Making Noises

Noises Like The Whales

Here She Built A Chapel With

Her Image On The Wall

A Place Where She Could Rest And

A Place Where She Could Wash

And Listen To The Wind Blow

She Dreamt Of Children's Voices

And Torture On The Wheel

Patron-Saint Of Nothing

A Woman Of The Hills

She Once Was A Lady

Of Pleasure, And High-born

A Lady Of The City

But Now She Sits And Moans

And Listens To The Wind Blow

I See Her In Her Chapel

High Up On A Hill

She Must Be So Lonely

Oh Mother, Can't We Give

A Husband To Our Catherine?

A Handsome One, A Dear

A Rich One For The Lady

Someone To Listen With