There was a child named Bernadette I heard the story long ago She saw the queen of heaven once And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen No one believed what she heard That there were sorrows to be healed And mercy, mercy in this world
Broke like yours and mine Torn by what we've done and can't undo
We've been around, we fall, we fly We mostly fall, we mostly run And every now and then, we try To mend the damage that we've done
Tonight, tonight I cannot rest I've got this joy here inside my breast To think that I did not forget That child, that song of Bernadette
Hearts like yours and mine Torn by what we've done and can't undo
Won't you let me hold you