Chris Price songs
That gathers its thoughts like some stones in a jar
They rattle and clink as I bear them alone
The gems in my mind are but pebble and stone
The gems in my mind are but pebbles and stones
What is it about me, which fails to assay
The gold of a fool I should measure and weigh
The deep mined rough diamond whose floor I have missed
Bewitched Cinderella whose lips would be kissed
Bewitched Cinderella whose lips would be kissed
What is it about me that looks for a face
For eyes that would hold me with longing and grace
Yet fails to surrender for burden of proof
That love won't betray the hid shame of my youth
That love won't betray the hid shame of my youth
What is it about me - I dream of a life
An oasis of bliss with a home and a wife
But dreams don't build houses, nor wishes buy bread
What good is a dream when it's lived in my head?
What good is a dream when it's lived in my head?
My life is a book that I haven't read through
I don't know the end but I hope I have you
I fear that my stones have been slung at the birds
Who tumble and drown in an ocean of words
Who tumble and drown in an ocean of words
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