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Saint Patrick (Latin: Patricius; Greek: Πατρίκιος; Proto-Irish: *Qatrikias; Modern Irish: Pádraig [ˈpˠaːd̪ˠɾˠəɟ];Welsh: Padrig) was a 5th-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland. Known as the "Apostle of Ireland", he is the primary patron saint of Ireland, along with Saints Brigit and Columba. He is also venerated in the Anglican Communion, the Old Catholic Church and in the Orthodox Church as Equal-to-the-Apostles, and The Enlightener of Ireland.
The dates of Patrick's life cannot be fixed with certainty but, on a widespread interpretation, he was active as a missionary in Ireland during the second half of the fifth century. He is generally credited with being the first bishop of Armagh, Primate of Ireland.
According to the Confessio of Patrick, when he was about 16, he was captured by Irish pirates from his home in Great Britain, and taken as a slave to Ireland, looking after animals, where he lived for six years before escaping and returning to his family. After becoming a cleric, he returned to northern and western Ireland. In later life, he served as an ordained bishop, but little is known about the places where he worked. By the seventh century, he had already come to be revered as the patron saint of Ireland.
Hey st. patrick when you drove the snakes away
What did you say to make them go away?
The grounds are safe now and I walk a straight line
I see so clearly now when you are by my side.
Hey st. patrick you seem a bit lost to me
Listen for my voice and you can follow me.
Let's go to the place that you keep next to the sea
And you can show just what kind of saint that you can be.
Chorus:
Hey st. patrick if your hills are green
Showing me loving like I've never seen
When I wake up in the morning and you're not here with me
I said it must have been one hell of a two wheeled dream.
Gone but the memory of me in you lives on
Just like a favorite song that you want to hear
When everything feels wrong.
No matter where I go,
No matter what I do,
I'm still thinking of you
And all the many ways I fell in love with you.
You'll always be my true.
Hey st. patrick if I got down on my knees
Wound you stay here with me to deliver me
From all this evil that is everywhere I see
That never could survive in the kingdom of you and me.