Sainte Bernadette

Here in the halo of winter’s dirty light
Here in the bend of a river’s muddy line
Seeking fuel, seeking warmth,
Seeking something of worth
In the dirt kneels a poor and sickly
Ignorant girl

She was covered in mud
In a grotto in Lourdes
Virgin Mary was the sign
Sainte Bernadette saw
She was told to repent,
To pray for the poor
The village scorn was the cross
Sainte Bernadette bore

Out from the cave came a lady
In white and blue
Rosary of gold, yellow roses
For her shoes
Smiling there on the damp
And miserable earth
Bernadette, you will get happiness
But not in this world

She was covered in mud
In a grotto in Lourdes
Virgin Mary was the sign
Sainte Bernadette saw
She was told to repent,
To pray for the poor
The village scorn was the cross
Sainte Bernadette bore

Hide three secrets deep inside
Fill an empty room with light
Cast yourself upon the floor
You’re the one that I adore

She was covered in mud
In a grotto in Lourdes
Virgin Mary was the sign
Sainte Bernadette saw
She was told to repent,
To pray for the poor
The village scorn was the cross
Sainte Bernadette bore

Falling on her knees to taste the earth.


Lyrics © 2005 Cynthia Conrad