She - Harry Connick Jr

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

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

And whom she would hold

Listen oh my brother

Is as the wind to mercury