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Fw: "A True History of the Attacks on 'The Song of Bernadette'"
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EDNOTE. Leonard Cohen at the peak of his form.
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From: "s~Z" <keithsz@concentric.net>
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> Song of Bernadette
> Written by Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Warnes
> Recorded by Jennifer Warnes in 1986
> on her album "Famous Blue Raincoat"
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> There was a child named Bernadette
> I heard the story long ago
> She saw the Queen of Heaven once
> And kept the vision in her soul
> No one believed what she had seen
> No one believed what she heard
> That there were sorrows to be healed
> And mercy, mercy in this world
> So many hearts I find
> Broke like yours and mine
> Torn by what we've done and can't undo
> I just want to hold you
> Won't you let me hold you
> Like Bernadette would do
>
> We've been around, we fall, we fly
> We mostly fall, we mostly run
> And every now and then we try
> To mend the damage that we've done
> Tonight, tonight I cannot rest
> I've got this joy inside my breast
> To think that I did not forget
> That child, that song of Bernadette
>
> So many hearts I find ...
>
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----- Original Message -----
From: "s~Z" <keithsz@concentric.net>
>
> ----------------- Message requiring your approval (32
lines) ------------------
> Song of Bernadette
> Written by Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Warnes
> Recorded by Jennifer Warnes in 1986
> on her album "Famous Blue Raincoat"
>
> There was a child named Bernadette
> I heard the story long ago
> She saw the Queen of Heaven once
> And kept the vision in her soul
> No one believed what she had seen
> No one believed what she heard
> That there were sorrows to be healed
> And mercy, mercy in this world
> So many hearts I find
> Broke like yours and mine
> Torn by what we've done and can't undo
> I just want to hold you
> Won't you let me hold you
> Like Bernadette would do
>
> We've been around, we fall, we fly
> We mostly fall, we mostly run
> And every now and then we try
> To mend the damage that we've done
> Tonight, tonight I cannot rest
> I've got this joy inside my breast
> To think that I did not forget
> That child, that song of Bernadette
>
> So many hearts I find ...
>
>
>