Lyrics
Patronus Potatorum ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics © 2026 Maris S. At the harvest fair at autumn's dawn The rowdy crowd erupts in song Barrels cracked and heels beat fast But one man splutters and then he gasps High o'er the fields where spirits fly Saint Urban's drained his nectar dry No prayer nor psalm can change his view Is this the best this lot can do? He straightens up his golden crown He grips his staff, his face a frown Enough of watchin' from above I'm comin' down with the wine I love Sent from the heavens—oh, what a sight Saint Urban's here to spark the night Saint Urban lifts his grail up high The sweet wine flows, the people cry Was it a miracle or sweat? The holiest drop we've tasted yet I am the light, the path, the tun Now walk with me and we'll be one Come brothers, drink an' stomp an' leap No time for rest, no time for sleep He calls a blessing, through an' through With golden wine for me an' you No soul is headed home today On giant barrels we lurch and sway By Urban's will, just as he'd planned The feast ignites across the land His time on earth has been and gone He drains his cup at break of dawn He slowly fades and waves goodbye Urban et Orbi — the well's run dry Barrels empty, plates stripped bare But warmth an' spirit fill the air From heaven's gate he looks below Next year again, I'll steal the show So raise your cups, let fervour soar We'll feast like saints of days of yore Let good wine flow and join the dance This night itself our sacrament Saint Urban, Patronus Potatorum Ad vinum cantet populus