Holy Smoke

Take me down the River Wye
Feel the cold beneath my hand
Where there's nothing more to say
Or even understand

Is it daylight is it night?
Fading laughter in the fields
Breathing in the misty light
As the body yields

Time to face the angel's grace
Feel the light upon your face
Who would even have known how
Beautiful you are right now?

Now I stand before the oak
What a sweetness in the breeze
Something in the holy smoke
As I fall to my knees

Time to face the angel's grace
Feel the light upon your face
Who would even have known how
Beautiful you are right now?

Please don't go away

Time to face the angel's grace
Feel the light upon your face
Who would even have known how
Beautiful you are right now?



Credits
Writer(s): Nicola Wells
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