Mysteries
A book could fall into my lap
Open at the very page I need to read
I'm never far away
My friend Tara's a yoga teacher
But she doesn't drink herbal tea
Oh life is full of mysteries like these
I'll burnt he logs from the pile
We built to keep our family warm
And all the while evict invertebrates
There mothers too just like me
But I cast them off like bad TV
Oh life is full of mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Oh the mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
So with loosened tongue and tired shoulders
I'll crawl the banks between the boulders
'Cause life is soft and very kind to me
And with an open heart and enquiring mind
I'll search beneath the water line
For answers to the mysteries I see
Mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Oh the mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
If we go through life sorry and sound
Will we be always lost and never found
The withered seeds that never touched the ground
And the weeds that grow from low to high
They burst with life and then they die
Oh life is full of mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Oh the mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Open at the very page I need to read
I'm never far away
My friend Tara's a yoga teacher
But she doesn't drink herbal tea
Oh life is full of mysteries like these
I'll burnt he logs from the pile
We built to keep our family warm
And all the while evict invertebrates
There mothers too just like me
But I cast them off like bad TV
Oh life is full of mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Oh the mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
So with loosened tongue and tired shoulders
I'll crawl the banks between the boulders
'Cause life is soft and very kind to me
And with an open heart and enquiring mind
I'll search beneath the water line
For answers to the mysteries I see
Mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Oh the mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
If we go through life sorry and sound
Will we be always lost and never found
The withered seeds that never touched the ground
And the weeds that grow from low to high
They burst with life and then they die
Oh life is full of mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
Oh the mysteries like these
Mysteries like these
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Writer(s): Polly Renshaw
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