By patti smith      Come back little sheba   I hear them calling   Open your ears   Awake from thy sleep   High above   The stars are falling   Open your arms   And you shall receive      The lights of the city   So bold and flashing   All of it's riches   Imparted to thee   Robes of saffron   Robes of standing   A road of crimson   Spread at your feet      Your robes of standing   Your robes of saffron   Your road of crimson   All pleasing to me   But close your lights   Close your gates   I must arise   My flock awaits      Farewell little sheba   I hear them a'calling   Here is your staff   Tend to thy sheep   Good wishes be with you   If that be your calling   Farewell little sheba   Arise and take leave