Lyrics:
Griffith Nanci Blue Roses From The Moons

the road We have been blessed with dreaming You had Georgia's New Mexico And while your hands worked in China It was from Ireland I wrote Moving out from America From

(By Nanci Griffith, Margaret Mary Graham & Mikki Griffith) Saint teresa, your patron childs come home Were you there to greet her? Did your angels know

(By Sonny Curtis) Breakin' Rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money and I had none I fought

I will find somebody new Maybe tomorrow I will stop this missing you Maybe tomorrow Times the healer... times the key So all the wise folks say Oh, maybe

This flesh and bone ain't much protection For an honest heart like mine A broken home for good intentions Damaged inventions of my design [Chorus:]

I know you believe in miracles And that this love will come back around I know you believe the grass is growing Across this winter To the south of this

road She's got feelings that need some repairin' And she did not give a damn that it showed [Chorus] The wind had a way with her hair And the blues