Maybe it's not so strange
Maybe it's all the truth
They say he preached to birds
In circles in the woods
And they say
They say that he prayed with them
So they say
St. Francis prayed with them
Maybe it's not so strange
Maybe it's all for real
She struck a rock with her cane
And healing waters sprang
And I drank that water down
Now I ain't looking for no crutch
But I've found my share of bad luck
So I'm gonna drink that water down
Cabrini's cave smelled like candles in the air
And I'm not afraid
But I got on my knees and prayed
Maybe it's not so strange
Maybe it's all the truth
They say the waters at Lourdes
Lets a man hang up his crutch on a wall
And walk his sick self away
Wheelchairs on the walls
And hallelujahs for all y'all
We gonna walk our sick selves away
And they claim them waters can heal a man
And who am I to say?
I hope them waters can
And they claim them waters can heal a man
And who am I to say?
I hope them waters can
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