Following are lyrics to the saint songs on this site (alphabetical by saint’s first name). Click on a title to return to that saint’s song and page:

Bernadette of Lourdes (Song title: “Bernadette”)
Bernadette,
are you still the little girl,
barefoot at the riverside,
afraid to wade on in,
lest the mighty current pulls you down?

On the shore,
kneeling as your lovely eyes
gaze at one I cannot see.
And, she smiles back at you,
washing over all your suffering,
Bernadette.

Soon you’ll go,
leaving all your pain behind.
Drink the water in your mind
so she can heal your soul,
or was she a vision long ago?

Cecilia (Song title: “Quiet Cecilia”)
Oh, my quiet Cecilia,
lyin’ on your bed,
do you remember how you sang to me
before you lost your head?

How God’s army pleases you,
marching to your song,
turnin’ on neighbors like enemies;
fight them ’til they’re gone.

Oh – oh – oh,
blood on your soul.
Oh – oh – oh – oh.
Blood on your soul.

Yes, my darlin’ Cecilia,
silent in the dark,
do you remember how you sang for me
before you broke my heart?

Edith Stein (Song title: “Edie”)
Tonight the train is comin’.
Edie, what’s it gonna be?
Why you give him all your lovin’
is a mystery to me.

Edie, take my hand.
Give me one fast dance
’fore the midnight train
takes you straight into his arms.

Does he like you in that brown dress,
with your hair pulled up so tight?
When I look into your deep eyes,
let your mind speak one last time.

Edie, take my hand.
Give me one fast dance
’fore the midnight train
takes you straight into his arms.

Tonight the train is comin’.
Tonight the train is comin’.
My love, the train is comin’
now.

Edie, take my hand.
Give me one fast dance
’fore the midnight train
takes you straight into his arms.

Edie, take my hand.
Give me one fast dance
’fore the midnight train
takes you straight into his arms.

Woo… Woo…
Woo… Woo…
Woo… Woo…
Woo

Hildegard von Bingen (Song title: “The Living Light”)
The Living Light, through an ember,
illuminates your perfection,
while murky demons
hide in the corners of your heart
and whisper,
“Shadows will keep you in the dark.”

The Source of all holy Greenness
shines the sun on every orchard
’til nights of reason
poison the apples in your trees.
When dawn breaks,
listen for what you cannot see.

Nights of reason
poison the apples in your trees.
When dawn breaks,
listen for what you cannot see.

Ignatius of Loyola (Song title: “From My Window”)
From my window,
I can see a bird fly
to the mountain
and disappear in clear sky.
And, I go there, too,
lifting up into the blue.

Hear the children
laughing as the bells ring.
Down below me,
they don’t know my heart sings.
I sing for them.
I laugh with them again.

Inside this little room
is a world that’s spinning,
too.

From the sidewalk,
you will never see me.
But, I know you
and maybe what you’re thinking.

So, I pray for you.
And, I’m wishing, too,
you would look up here and
see.

Inside this little room
is a world that’s spinning,
too.

Joan of Arc (Song title: “Prayer to Saint Joan of Arc”)
Saint Joan, make me brave and bold,
brave and bold and true.
Saint Joan, make me brave and bold,
brave and bold, like you.

I have always been a good girl.
But, I have never been enough.
Will you, who wears the battle armor,
raise me up?
Raise me up.

When the angel spoke to you,
calling you to arms,
did you fear the fire of God
reaching for the stars?

Am I just a simple coward,
when you could bear the final lie?
Let the others call you crazy.
So am I.
So am I.

Saint Joan, make me brave and bold,
brave and bold and true.
Saint Joan, make me brave and bold,
brave and bold, like you.

Teresa of Avila (Song title: “Desire: The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa of Avila”)
Low embers burn
through your disguise.
I can’t stop lookin’ in your eyes.

Lord, I won’t blink
until a spark
leaps from your heat into my heart.

’Cuz I am a child who plays with fire.
And, there’s just no hidin’ my desire.

I came to you
pious and true.
Now, you’re the Beast who wants me, too.

Who holds the torch
deep down in me?
Love, light the flame of ecstasy.

’Cuz I am a child who plays with fire.
And, there’s just no hidin’ my desire.

Some say that tears
wash clean a soul.
But, heaven’s a blaze I can’t control.

’Cuz I am a child who plays with fire.
And, there’s just no hidin’ my desire.

Yes, I am a child who plays with fire.
And, there’s just no hidin’ my desire.

Therese of Lisieux (Song title: “Prayer to Saint Therese of Lisieux”)
Love me, Little Flower,
in my darkest hour,
when I cannot love myself.

Sweet Saint Therese,
Mercy’s child,
sow me in your garden,
where souls grow wild.

I’m not like the precious roses
nor the lilies, standing tall.
I’m just a lowly violet,
the lowest one of all.

Smile now, my Therese,
like the sun.
If you call my spirit,
I will come.

I’m not like the precious roses
nor the lilies, standing tall.
I’m just a lowly violet,
the lowest one of all.

I’m just a lowly violet.
Save me from the fall.