Archives

A Song For A Sunday

Take This Body Home.

Lyrics and Vocals: South London based English singer-songwriter Rose Betts.

Take This Body Home.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
May all the rains fall with tenderness,
On the fields and forgotten tracks.
May your hardened heart be woken,
By the soft and distant song,
Of all you left here unspoken,
All the shards we keep stepping on.
Take this body home,
Take this body home,
Call the wind, and let her know.
Take this life outgrown,
Take this broken soul,
Call the stars, call them all,
And take it high, take it far, take it home.
May the dark and bitter feelings,
Take the path to quiet release.
May all your wounds find their healing,
In the last and enduring sleep.
Take this body home.
Take this body home,
Call the wind, and let her know.
Take this life outgrown,
Take this broken soul,
Call the stars, call them all,
And take it high, take it far, take it home.
Take it high, take it far, take it home.

Take it high, take it far, take it home.
Take it high, take it far, take it home.
Oh, take it high, take it far, take it home.


END

Facebooktwitterlinkedinmail

Leave a Reply

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

  

  

  

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.