19041993 Windswept and moonhung Singing softly next to you Oh sweet delicate woman Where has all your strength gone to Gone togone to Where has it gone to Softest hands I take their frailness in my own Hands Hands that mended childrens dreams Now grasp for marys grace Her graceher grace Sweet mother Guide her home Sweet, sweet mother guide her home Sleep now woman Let the angels come to you And In their wings You will find peace You will find peace I know
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