One by one they enter,
And kiss the saints.
Pull back the small velvet curtain,
And kiss the Mother of God.
Making the sign of the cross
Offering quiet prayers,
Before leaving there is a final kiss,
For Solomonia, the patron of this church.
And all the time a lady of the parish with broom gently sweeps,
And stoops to scrape the candle wax from the floor,
Sweep, scrape, sweep, scrape, sweep, scrape.
All in the cool dimness of this holy place.