Prayers of the Saints

Oh, the prayers of the saints
Have kept me alive
Even when I could not find my way
Through the darkest night
Yes, the prayers of the saints
Have surely kept me alive

And so, late in the evening
When my soul lies down, riddled and torn
As the day's defeats
Indignities and delights encircle my heart
Like a crown of thorns
Oh, yes, the night is a cold, cruel mistress
For whom many a better man
Has givеn his life
So tonight it's your prayers, my friend
That keep mе alive

Oh, the prayers of the saints
Have kept me alive
Even when I could not find my way
Through the darkest night
Yes, the prayers of the saints
Have surely kept me alive

In this hour of forsaking and madness
Your voice is heard
You will lead me to Your promised land
I will cling to Your breast
And pray as this fever burns
You have been my journey and someday
You'll be my journey's end, my friend
But tonight it's your prayers
That guide me around this road's bend, yeah

Oh, the prayers of the saints
Have kept me alive, yeah
Even when I could not find my way
Through the darkest night
Yes, the prayers of the saints
Have surely kept me alive

Even now, I still crawl
Through these shadows and dreams
Jesus, I'm weary
From all these eyes have seen
But I can see, yeah

The prayers of the saints
Have kept me alive
Even when I could not find my way
Through the darkest night
Yes, the prayers of the saints
Have surely kept me alive