Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
There are miracles
Before our very eyes
In reality's disguise
Our shadow below us
And the stars up above
It's a miracle my love
Miracle my love
There are miracles
Appearing in broad daylight
To a cynical world so blind
With both of us knowing
There's so much to dream of
It's a miracle my love
How just a song
Appears in the night
And what was wrong
Seems to be right
There seems to be life
And all that was heavy
Seems to be light
It's a miracle
Here in this hand I hold
Here in this band of gold
How even the silence
Seems to say more than enough
It's a miracle my love
Miracle my love