All Blues Hail Mary
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From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees Frm the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary with her roses But you're their masterpiece Cut away each blade of grass Our feet cannot tramp down The limb of every hanging tree The time's left hanging round All blues sing that love is light not glory A story not a crown I won't be death's sad trophy now while I still lie awake I won't be death's sad trophy now while I still lie awake All blues say that love and death and you Are chances yet to take How dark this bit of light so late That falls across your breast How dark this bit of light so late That falls across your breast All blues and grace by God And I will have to learn the rest
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