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Lyrics: 1997. A Better View Of The Rising Moon. Grace.

Tell me, tell me why
The snow is white?
But I can't wash it all away

You left last spring
You went to find something
You could see but could never speak

West winds will wash you away
Love will lift you off the ground, don't be afraid

Grace will fly you home again
My heart's crying for change
For the road to bend, to be home again
And grace is where I end and you begin
My love, my friend

It's a beautiful night
My eyes have seen no light
The sunset was the last thing on my mind

I feel your hands
You shake my face
And tell me it's okay to believe

West winds will wash you away
Love will lift you off the ground, don't be afraid

Grace will fly you home again
My heart's crying for change
For the road to bend, to be home again
And grace is where I end and you begin
My love, my friend

Grace, it's all around you
The sky is white
I'm ready to be baptized

You're all around me, yeah
All around me

Yeah
(Yeah)
Yeah

Grace will fly you home again
Where you're standing in the doorway
Singing songs to my old poetry

Grace will fly you home again
My heart's crying for a change
For this pain to end, to be home again
And grace is where I end and you begin

That's why I feel your heart and I know
That you can be my way
And I'll say my love