Joan of Arc, her pyre burns brightly
Angels chanting, praying, sighing
Martyred, crowned with fire by Jesus
“Jesus, Jesus” burning, crying
Does her banner fly in heaven?
Can her spirit raise and leaven?
Is her friendship gone forever?
Saints of God are always present.
Little Flower leads us destined
Rich in colors, ever tested
To the Maid she steps before us
Lifting, soaring, wings rest nested
Does her banner fly in heaven?
Can her spirit raise and leaven?
Is her friendship gone forever?
Saints of God are always present.
Mary‘s heart is filled with sorrow
Joan will lead while we will follow
Little Flower, Little Way-fore
Dries her tears for our tomorrow
Does her banner fly in heaven?
Can her spirit raise and leaven?
Is her friendship gone forever?
Saints of God are always present.
Turn around, the dreadful forest
Darkness, death, our final bedrest
Sacrifice and crosses weary
Forward, look, to Joan before us
Does her banner fly before you?
Does she whisper thoughts that prompt you?
Never will we step in darkness
Saints of God walk thorough-fares true
