Harry Connick, Jr. - She Lyrics

Lay a hand upon the water

Well within, well within

Wash away to fair morrow

Ride ahead, ride ahead

Make your mark upon the rock

For another one, ashes tell tales

Fire gives faith, burn it up, burn it up

Burn it up, burn it up

She would waste not, not in struggle

No other shall there ever be

And what she is to love, listen, oh my brother

Is as the wind to mercury

Don't you pray of a heartless town

Or you'll be forced to flee

Don't you live in a soulless city

Or you'll have to leave

You don't need no place of birth

Hither to come home, many a night

Were you ready for your bed?

But your bed not ready for you

She would give of herself

And ask not return or eternity, yeah

And what she'd offer, listen, oh my brother

Is as the wind to mercury

And she'd hold not of another man

No other shall there ever be, no

And whom she would hold, listen, oh my brother

Is as the wind to mercury