She Lyrics by Harry Connick, Jr.

She Lyrics

    Lay a hand
    Upon the water
    Well within, well within

    Wash away
    To fair morrow
    Ride ahead, ride ahead

    Make your mark
    Upon the rock
    For another one

    Ashes tell tales
    Fire gives faith
    Burn it up burn it up
    Burn it up burn it up

    She would waste not, not in struggle
    No other shall there ever be
    And what she is to love, listen oh my brother
    Is as the wind to mercury

    Don't you pray
    Of a heartless town
    Or you'll be forced to flee

    Don't you live
    In a soulless city
    Or you'll have to leave

    You don't need
    No place of birth
    Hither to come home

    Many a night
    Were you ready for your bed
    But your bed not ready for you

    She would give of herself
    And ask not return or eternity
    And what she'd offer, listen oh my brother
    Is as the wind to mercury

    And she'd hold not, of another man
    No other shall there ever be
    And whom she would hold
    Listen oh my brother
    Is as the wind to mercury

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