You, you shake your head
What is so hard to believe?
When you are in your bed
I sing over you the sweetest things.
‘Cause oh my love, it does not tire
I’m awake when the moon is full.
And all the times when you feel lost
And you, you just aren’t sure
Lo and behold, my love hasn’t grown cold
For you
You could steal away
In the middle of the night
And hide in the light of day
While you cloak yourself in the darkest lies
But oh my love, it swims in the deepest
Oceans of fear
And as soon as you lower your head
I, I am here
Lo and behold, my love hasn’t grown cold
Lo and behold, my love hasn’t grown cold
If only you could see
How heaven stills when you speak
I know all your days
And I have wrapped you in mystery
And oh my love for you
Is as wide as the galaxies
Just hold your hand and close your eyes
Come, come be with me
Lo and behold, my love
Lo, lo and behold, my love hasn’t grown cold
For you
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April 7, 2007 at 9:05 am
revzwife
I really, really like Bethany Dillon.