If high this soul

Upon a mountain be

In tiny ship

Cast cross a restless sea

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Or walking far

On burning desert sand

Sweet Lady Grace

Lets go

Not of my hand

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In sleeping hour

Softly she does take

This heart to gently hold

Until the wake

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And when night's dreams

Soar far beyond the skies

The starry scenes

Are born

Within her eyes

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There's no place

Where a wayward heart may roam

That leaves one

Not secure

Within her home

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And there's not a love

One will ever know

That shall not

From her sacred bosom flow

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Sweet Lady Grace

I only live by thee

For in your warm embrace

You carry me

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You'll be my strength

Until the final breath

When on your wings

I'll soar away

From death