A Saint Called Sylvia Lyrics & Chords By The Bombers

Her mom and dad named her sylvia Born in the europe's heartland Since childhood she showed a sweet heart and An angelical face Caress and kindness are marks of the girl That reveals every person's true faith She takes away the sorrow of our lives And brings us an unveiled bliss Late at night when your heart is in pain And your body is craving for some comfort Just make sure she's ready to start Her splendidly sweet prayer It won't take long, in just a little while I'm sure she'll refresh all your faith She adorns your vagaries and makes you cheer up In a cold and lonesome day After wake up you'll be her devout With your mind astonished by her presence I've one more declaration to make We plead the pope make sylvia a saint I'm only here to say That I listened to the people? s voice It's undeniable The powers of this pretty little creature of god It was a tough battle And now I'm too old and tired And I relinquished to be awarded By the healing powers of sylvia, the saint Late at night when your heart is in pain And your body is craving for some comfort I've one more declaration to make He's not pope anymore, but sylvia's a saint Amen