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By Emmylou Harris Submitted by juan d'fule Date: 2004 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.10.03.03.18463]] |
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He was a tall man, made up from the fields pickin' cotton In a hard land, where the ground was poor and the world was rotten But when he saw her, all those bad times were forgotten And he believed, he believed. She was the strong hand, a good sister and a daughter Lookin' for one man, to love the way that her mother taught her And when she saw him, she thanked God for what he brought her She believed, she believed. And it's a miracle, how one soul finds another, just one miracle, is all it took my brother For I have seen them, as they walk this world together And I believe, I believe. Well it's a sad thing, when one must leave the other And fly up where the voice rings, Out with all the multitudes that gather, But for the truth now, down here no song has sounded sweeter We believe, we believe. For it's a miracle, how one soul finds another, just one miracle, is all it took my brother And I have seen them, some day they'll walk again together I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe. |