There was a child named BernadetteI heard the story long agoShe saw the Queen of Heaven onceAnd kept the vision in her soulNo one believed what she had seenNo one believed what she heardBut there were sorrows to be healedAnd mercy, mercy in this world
So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mineTorn by what we’ve done and can’t undoI just want to hold you, come on let me hold youLike Bernadette would doWe’ve been around, we fall, we flyWe mostly fall, we mostly runAnd every now and then we tryTo mend the damage that we’ve doneTonight, tonight I just can’t restI’ve got this joy inside my breastTo think that I did not forget
That child
That song of Bernadette.
