Something Beautiful

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For you and from you

To show you

To show you

I adore you

Oh you



And your journey

Toward me

Which I see

And I see

All you push through

Mad for you

And because of you



I couldn't thank you in ten thousand years

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears

Ah, but you know the soul

And you know what make it gold

You give life through blood.



Oh I wanna make something

So lovely for you

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for you

With the Bible I stole

I know you forgave my soul because

Such was my need on a

Chronic Christmas Eve

And I think we're agreed

That it should have been free

And you sang to me



They dress the wounds of my poor people

As thought they're nothing

Saying, "Peace, peace"

When there's no peace.



They dress the wounds of my poor people

As thought they're nothing

Saying, "Peace, peace"

When there's no peace.



Days without number.

Days without number.



Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number.

Days without number.

And in their want

Oh in their want

And in their want

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?