The other boys fear him, so they say,
But he throws back his cowl and he lets me see
The smile on his lips, and he’s kind to me,
My dark priest.
He takes his viola and tunes it to play,
The dark priest,
For my Latin’s well read and he promised to-day,
And his instrument gleams in the dust-laden beams
While I sit there athrill to his music of dreams,
The dark priest.