Eleanor Mcevoy - Precious Little текст песни

(eleanor mcevoy)

Shake your beads out,

One by one

And call me magdalene

It wont grieve me

I understand

Where it is youre coming from

Draw a curtain

Close your eyes

When historys pages fail you.

I will not open up those history books

Thats not for me to do.

Precious little in your life

Is yours by right

And won without a fight

Precious little in your life

Is yours by right

And won without a fight.

Shadows call me,

In the wind

Some dont go away

Angels guide me

From the clouds

In everything I do and say

Shake your beads out

Kneeling down

It will not pass me by

Two people coming from a different place

Maybe neither one is right.

Repeat chorus

Shake your beads out

Join your hands

That still wont make you right

Those so-called sinners that youre praying for

Are standing by your side

Repeat chorus

Repeat chorus