"Holy Low" lyrics

Take me to the top of Saint Evan's Street
Wait for me, darling, till our hands do meet
I will wear the shackles and the golden crown
Nothing like your lover when he let's you down

Give away my heart to the highest bidder
None of my friends have ever been winners
I settle for the worst and that's my father's trait
Get him to the church and don't you dare be late

O, holy low, holy low
Holy low

Bring me to the bottom of the old schoolyard
Tell me I am pretty and the only one
No, I wasn't waiting, I was only shy
Saint Evan's Street is surely gonna pass me by

O, holy low, holy low
Holy low

Sally, she is pregnant, not the only one
Jimmy's doing lines in that old grey barn
And no, I wasn't waiting, I was only shy
Saint Evan's Street is surely gonna pass me by

O, holy low, holy low
Holy low

Take me to the top of Saint Evan's Street
Wait for me, darling, till our hands do meet
I will wear the shackles and the golden crown
Nothing like your lover when he let's you down