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

So many hearts I find

Broke like yours and mine

Torn by what we've done and can't undo

I just want to hold you

Won't you let me hold you

Like Bernadette would do



We've been, we fall, we fly

We mostly fall, we moostly 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 inside my breast

To think that I did not forget

That child, that song of Bernadette



So many hearts I find ...