Lent Song

 

LENTEN SONG

(to the tune of My Favorite Things)

 

Sackcloth and ashes, and days without eating,

Mortification and wailing and weeping,

A hair shirt that scratches, a nettle that stings,

These are a few of my favorite things.

 

Penitence, flagellants, memento mori,

Spending nights sleeping on rocks in a quarry,

The sound of a cloak'd solemn cantor who sings,

These are still more of my favorite things.

 

Tossing and turning and yearning I'm spurning,

Passions aflame like an ember-day burning,

Corpus and carnis and wild drunken flings,

Forsaken are they for my favorite things!

 

When it's Christmas,

When the tree's lit,

When the cards are sent,

I simply remember my favorite things,

And then I can't wa-a-a-a-it till Lent.