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deirdre flint - sister catherine claire lyrics

first day, second grade, september
in the schoolyard, i remember
coming off a first-grade nun
who’d have given stalin quite a run
the new nun we’d heard had transferred in
had maimed a kid in maryland
the bell rang, and our pavlov minds
made pristine single-gender lines

when she came out, my heart went wild
i swear to god, i thought she smiled
and ellen said, ‘it’s just a trap
she’ll hit the kid that smiles back’
she led us to our pine-solled cl-ss
and three kids up, i heard a gasp
the desks were put in sets of twos
a sight unseen in catholic schools
she took out her guitar and led us in some k-mbaya
and then another song about world peace
she said by some guy called john lennon

and, oh, thus begun the sweetest year i know
of bliss and beauty
laughter allowed in the air
thirty eight-year-olds
and the coolest nun on the whole darn planet
angel dressed in polyester navy-blue
sister catherine claire

her candy jar was always stocked
her holy card collection rocked
she had the really gory ones
like vincent lanced and steven stoned
the eighth-grade boys were so in awe
when she beat each one in basketball
and that spring, to father joe’s elation
sixteen boys claimed the vocation
she read us tales of narnia
and saved us from the reverend mother
and when our turn came to plan the m-ss
she taught us to rock ‘n’ roll our father

and, oh, what a year
the sweetest year i know of bliss and beauty
laughter allowed in the air
and if jesus had come back then
well, his bachelor days would’ve sure been numbered
cause he’d fall in love just like us all
with sister catherine claire

even such love couldn’t cure
the h-ll they drew in baltimore
it got too much, i fell away
my mom says i’ll return some day
perhaps these wounds will be healed yet
with catherines and bernadettes
and brother marks and those h-ll-bent
on teaching what real good news meant
and prodigal as i might be
i’ll come back to the banquet when
the white smoke rises over rome
and they declare pope catherine

and oh, what a day
the sweetest day i’ll know of bliss and beauty
laughter allowed in the air
and if heaven holds a candle to that cl-ss
well, sign me up
cause i know who i’ll be seeing there
sister catherine claire
oh, oh, oh… oh, oh… oh…. oh…

- deirdre flint lyrics

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