She — текст песни (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



Dont you pray

Of a heartless town

Or youll be forced to flee



Dont you live

In a soulless city

Or youll have to leave



You dont 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 shed offer, listen oh my brother

Is as the wind to mercury



And shed 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