Keith Urban/The Ranch
Keith Urban lyrics
Keith Urban lyrics
"But for the Grace of God Lyrics"
Brother Lyrics
Brother, my intentions they are pure I'd rather fight for you than in the holy war Which I am not connected to I've been a hundred miles away There's not
Brother, my intentions they are pure I'd rather fight for you than in the holy war Which I am not connected to I've been a hundred miles away There's not
I can hear the neighbors
They're arguin' again
And there hasn't been peace on our street
Since who knows when
I don't mean to listen in
But the shoutin' is so loud
I turn up the radio to drown it out
And silently I say a little prayer
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Beneath The Howling Stars Lyrics
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars
Heaven only knows how I've been blessedMidwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
I can see that old man
He's walking past our door
And I've been told that he's rich
But he seems so poor
'Cause no one comes to cal
Fallen Angels Dear Girl Lyrics
Dear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter
on himDear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter
And his phone it never rings
He wanders through his empty home
Surrounnded by his things
And silently I say a little prayer, yes I do
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is y
Hind Eton Lyrics
Hind Eton Lady Margaret sits in her bower door Sewing at her silken seam; She heard a note in Elmond's-wood, And wish'd she there had been.
ur happiness embracing meHind Eton Lady Margaret sits in her bower door Sewing at her silken seam; She heard a note in Elmond's-wood, And wish'd she there had been.
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
Oh Lord I'd be lost
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God