Saint Waltrude (French: Waudru, Dutch: Waldetrudis) (d. April 9, c. 688) is the patron saint of Mons, Belgium, where she is known in French as Sainte Waudru, and of Herentals, Belgium, where she is known in Dutch as Sint-Waldetrudis or -Waltrudis. Both cities boast a large medieval church that bears her name.
Married to the Count of Hainault, she raised four children. After her husband retired to an abbey, she herself became a nun in 656. She founded her own convent (Sainte-Waudru) and the city of Mons grew around it.
Her biography celebrates her for "the pious intention under vow to free captives. She arranged the ransom price [and] weighed out the silver. ... When the captives had been bought back with the ransom money out of her own purse, at her command they returned to their families and homes."
The shrine of Saint Waltrude is kept in the collegiate church dedicated to her in Mons. Each year as part of the Ducasse de Mons festival, the shrine is placed on the car d'or, a gilded cart, and drawn by horses through the city streets.
I got all the time I could work right here in my head
I can come and go as I please, you always understand
I guess I should be happy, don't even know how all this began
I wish we cared enough to fight about it, every now and then
What I want and what I have are two different things
What you were is not what you've become
We've lost so much in-between
What I wanted and what I had are two different things
Honey, turn that record off and put your car keys on the table
You know, I can't tell you everything but I'll say what I'm able
Always tried to please you and I'll try it once again
The more I change the things I do, the less you let me in
What you want and what I am are two different things
What I was is not what I've become
We've lost so much in-between
What you wanted and what I am are two different things
Well, there it is, it's on the table, we said all there is to say
You keep the name and the number, you let me go, I'll let you stay
'Cause what we wanted and what we had are two different things
What we were is not what we've become
We've lost so much in-between
What we wanted and what we had are two different things