St. Teresa Lyrics

I saw in my mother's blue eyes
That even the best have to try
To hold themselves together inside
When they forget how to feel alive
We knew that she'd be just fine
Spending all of her time
With her three little girls
Their hair all in curls,
In laced-white church clothes,
Running in circles

This is love

I saw in my sisters' bright eyes
That we would all be alright
Sometimes it takes a bigger fight
To see how small we really are in size
Each made from spanish designs
This song for you, a lovely goodbye
From those three little girls
Their hair all in curls,
In laced-white church clothes,
Running in circles.

This is love
You are love