Many years ago there was a pretty little girl
In the country of France.

Many years ago there was a there was a noble old priest
In the country of France.

The girl she prayed
every day they’d say

‘’Is she crazy? Is she a witch?’’

The priest he played
and every day they’d say
’’he’s a blessing! he is great!’’

Then one day
whilst the girl had prayed
she heard a voice
a gentle voice
though no one heard a sound

There once was a girl
she was a noble girl
a blessed girl
she did as she was told

but when the priest found out,
he was a jealous priest,
‘’why should she,
the farm girl she,
Hear a voice from an angel before me?’’

There once was a girl
she was a pretty little girl
she did as she was told for France.
She brought the French to freedom by the voice of Saints

But the priest who found out and was jealous
would have nothing of this kind
’’Witch!" he claimed
and in his power a stake then glowed.

Many years ago there was a pretty little girl
a noble little girl
a blessed little girl
and she became no more.

Many years ago there was a jealous little priest
an honored little priest
a murdering little priest
and he lived with a conscience of horror.