White Pearls
You paint stories like the Sistine Chapel
And make heaven out of apple pie
With sweet tea on the side
The way you talk to God like he's an old friend
Would make anyone wanna meet him
you're the voice of reason
When I'm losing my mind
And oh, you're how I know
Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
You've got your own little garden of Eden
With dogwoods and bluebirds feeding
I can never quite get my front yard looking good as yours
So I'll just have to visit much as I can
Lord knows I miss ya,
your amazing grace inspires me,
Yeah I got faith cause I believe
Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
Angels wear white pearls
Oh oh
Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
And make heaven out of apple pie
With sweet tea on the side
The way you talk to God like he's an old friend
Would make anyone wanna meet him
you're the voice of reason
When I'm losing my mind
And oh, you're how I know
Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
You've got your own little garden of Eden
With dogwoods and bluebirds feeding
I can never quite get my front yard looking good as yours
So I'll just have to visit much as I can
Lord knows I miss ya,
your amazing grace inspires me,
Yeah I got faith cause I believe
Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
Angels wear white pearls
Oh oh
Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
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Writer(s): Julia Cole
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