Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Oh you delicate heart
Sometimes it feels hard to live
The rain keeps on falling so hard
I forgot that I had some to give
Oh you delicate heart
Remind all the guards on your hill
That a love that comes by might be true
As true as the mountains are still
And I'm sure
The darkness defines where the light is
And takes all our prayers
Oh but
You will still be true
Oh you delicate heart
There's deep enough wells for our tears
When we break ourselves carelessly
Through
A tumbling down of our fears