Saint Teresa, your patron child's come home. Were you there to greet her?. Did your angels know her songs and all of her sorrows?. Did you lift them from her brow?.
Southern man, you sure are pretty, got a smile to still the city. And, Lord, you know you got those sleepy eyes. Alabama sweet-talking baby, calmed the heart of a lonely lady.
Griffith/Graham/Griffith. Saint Teresa, your patron child's come home. Were you there to greet her?. Did your angels know her songs?. And all of her sorrows.