A bed of cotton and lace   Hair down to her little waist   She waits for the sun to go down   Her visitors leave back to their   Town of pain and grief   They’d laid their hands on her gown   And prayed for a miracle   The girl works miracles      A room of things she’s never seen   Surrounds her while she sleeps and   Reminds us of the child inside   A body that’s been barely alive for years   And the people, they can’t stop their tears   As they pray for a miracle   The girl works miracles   We heard she works for miracles      Her mother shows for all to see   Statues cry, walls bleed   The desperate ones line up each day   Hoping she will take their pain away   One touch of her hand    Is all they crave-   And hope for a miracle   The girl works miracles   We heard she works miracles   The girl works miracles   The girl works miracles