Brittany by Ernest Farrar Lyrics

In Brittany the churches
All day are open wide
That anyone who wishes to
May pray or rest inside
The priests have rusty cassocks
The priests have shaven chins
The poor old bodies go to them
With lists of little sins

In Brittany the churches
Are cool and white and quaint
With here and there a crucifix
And here and there a saint;
And here and there a little shrine
With candles short or tall
That Bretons light for love of Him
The Lord who loveth all