John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
You took a turn for the worse
When I caught up to you last night
Flickering it's saving light
And though improper thing we may do
Not always just or always right
Every once in a while
I see you smile
Like everything will be alright
You always wanted to be so bad
You always wanted to be
One of the stars in the evening sky
One of the doves flying free
Winter stole upoon you in your twenty second year
Fragile as a wedding smile
You began to disappear
And as the worst of this
Comes on you
You know I'll never leave
Your sight
As the night goes out
Of this room child
Just pray and hold me tight
It's time to close your eyes child
It's time for you to sleep
There ain't no more pain
And no more tears
And this promise I will keep
And though improper things we may do
Not always just or always right
In your heart an angel smiles
And guides you through the night