Saint Clair (also spelled St. Clair, St Clair or even Sinclair, and is sometimes also pronounced that way) may refer to:
Clair is the French form of the masculine Latin name Clarus, meaning "clear" or "bright".
Saint-Pierre Doré is a white French wine grape variety grown primarily around the Saint-Pourçain AOC in the Auvergne region of Central France. While the grape has a long history in the region of being very productive and producing high yields, its plantings have been steadily declining over the last century and now the variety is almost extinct.
DNA profiling has confirmed that it is one of several varieties descended from Gouais blanc, the French white grape variety that is also the mother vine to Chardonnay, Gamay and Melon de Bourgogne as well as several other varieties.
Over the years Saint-Pierre Doré has been known under a variety of synonyms including Cerceau, Epinette, Epinette blanc, Epinette blanche, Firminhac, Lucane, Per Dore, Roussellou, Saint-Clair, Saint Come, Saint Pierre, San Per Dore and Saint-Pierre de l'Allier.
Saint Clair (Latin Clarus) was the first bishop of Nantes, France in the late 3rd century. He arrived they say from Rome, with a nail in his possession from the cross that bore the martyrdom of St. Peter, where he built an oratory dedicated to the Apostle, which would Nantes Cathedral. It would have taken an important role in the evangelization of Britain, and the foundation of several parishes between Nantes and Vannes.
He died in Kerbellec, village commune Réguiny (Morbihan), and his tomb (emptied since the Norman invasions in late 9th century) lies in a chapel adjoining the church of Réguiny. A votive fountain is also located on the territory of the Breton town. He is sometimes wrongly confused with Saint Clair, first bishop of Albi in the fifth century.
Nantes Cathedral chapel of St. Clair
Nantes Cathedral chapel of St. Clair
Église Saint-Clair (Réguiny)
Église Saint-Clair (Réguiny)
Église Saint-Clair (Réguiny)
Thought I was falling into a deep depression
Thinking all the mystery was all gone
Like I was falling into the deep of a grand canyon
From the side of a mountain I was hanging on
But now I'm coming up for air
I see my angel on the sand
She's running out to meet me
In the waves of the of the Rio Grande
And it's joy, honey, pure joy uh huh
Pure joy just to see you again
Thought my heart was in a rut of recession
All the colors I had seen had faded into the black
Like I was falling fast to the bottom of the ocean
And just my luck my hands were all chained up behind my back
But now I'm coming up for air
I see my angel on the sand
She's running out to meet me
To save me again
And it's joy, honey, pure joy uh huh
Pure joy just to see you again
And it's joy, honey, pure joy
To see the sun coming down through the mist
Yeah it's joy, honey, pure joy
To feel the medicine of oxygen fill up my lungs again
And it's joy, honey, pure joy
To feel the strength of your kiss against my lips
Yeah it's joy, honey pure joy
Ain't no other way to say what this feeling is
Pure joy
Pure joy