Teresa - Peter Bradley Adams

I watch her walk before me

Her children in her arms

The proof of all her choices

I see the weight in her eyes

She’s learned to talk to angels

That’s how she survives

They come to her at night

Oh Saint Teresa

I know you’re tired

So lay with me and rest a while

There’s no way for me to love her

There’s no way for me to stop

So I wait the night to meet her

In a dream that I have lost

I watch her walk before me

She leaves me with a smile

And I’m frozen by the spirit

By the light in her eyes

Oh Saint Teresa

I know you’re tired

So lay with me and rest a while