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All Blues Hail Mary - Joe Henry
From the mountain
Comes a soul
And the stones grow up like trees
From the mountain comes a soul
And the stones grow up like trees
All blues hail Mary
With her roses
But you're their masterpiece
Cut away each blade of grass
Our feet
Cannot tramp down
The limb of every hanging tree
That time's left hanging round
All blues sing that love is light not glory
A story not a crown
I won't be death's sad
Trophy now
While I still lie awake
I won't be death's sad
Trophy now
I still lie
Awake
All the blues sing of
Love and death
And you
As chances yet to take
How dark this bit of light
So late
That falls upon your breast
How dark this bit of light so late
That falls upon your breast
All blues and grace by God and I
Will have to learn
The rest
