You lay beside me, sleeping
I lie awake and love you so, I’m sure you know
And while you’re gently breathing
You sing a song that I should know,
But I don’t know
You sing it softly, unaware that you are tearing at my heart
You sing it softly, if I had to call it something, it is art
Lord Have Mercy
Calm angry seas
Blow gentle breezes
Toward you and me
Lord Have Mercy
Dry all our tears
Save us, dear Lord, from prophets of fear and doom
I hear the children singing
But what they’re singing never goes
Where your song goes
I hear the busker singing
And while it’s moving, I don’t know
I just don’t know
I hope tonight while you’re asleep
I’ll hear it sung just once again
It flows so gently from your li
As if the world were at its end
Lord Have Mercy
Calm angry seas
Blow gentle breezes
Toward you and me
Lord Have Mercy
Dry all our tears
Save us, dear Lord, from prophets of fear and doom
Lord Have Mercy
Calm angry seas
Blow gentle breezes
Toward you and me
