Michael Dyer

Lyrics

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UNION OF SOULS
Michael Dyer
© 2006

Lovely, country lady, what do you say to me, by the low tide.
I have, just been gazing at the breakers.
Now I know, we must decide.
Our reaching, eyes and vision; our decision to, with two smiles.
In taking, your hand in mine, you follow me and we walk a while.

And lo, the lonely behold; partake, the union of souls,
Of souls, of souls.

Light, reveals its source, as the sun breaks forth,
across the land.
Waves, release their force, upon the sands,
as we hold hands.
Water, unites in streams, and returns to be,
with the endless sea.

And lo, the lonely behold; partake, the union of souls.
Of souls, of souls.

Lovely, country lady, you’re the one I’ve sought, and you’ve sought me.
To believe, and be consumed.
Love’s misery,
is love’s mysterious room.

And lo, the lonely behold; partake, the union of souls.
Of souls, of souls.

We hold on, to each other, oh so tight, in the new sunlight.
We walk on, the sky is in flight, now as lovers, the world seems so bright.
We float on, the past was alright, but as lovers, the future’s delight.
We float on, the past was alright, but as lovers, the world’s a delight.
We float on, the past was alright, but as lovers, the future’s delight.

And lo, the lonely behold; partake, the union of souls.
Of souls, of souls.