Something Beautiful {O'Connor}
I wanna make Something beautiful For U and from U To show U To show U I adore U Oh U And your journey Toward me Which I see And I see All U push through Mad for U And because of U I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold U who give life through blood Oh I wanna make something So lovely for U 'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U With the bible I stole I know U forgave my soul Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we're agreed that it should have been free And U sang to me They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they're nothing Saying "peace, peace" When there's no peace Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet my people forgotten me Days without number Days without number And in their want Oh in there want And in their want Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds?