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 given his life,
So tonight it's your prayers, my friend, that keep me 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.
