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