Still Believing - Mary Black

Night owns my white bones but

Whats left is still saying

Strange prayers in high places

Wild airs with wilder graces

Birds fly with no motion

What draws me draws the ocean

Down on my knees again

Still believing

In the time of reason no more

Down on my knees again

Still believing

Peace of mind is worth any chore

Great dreams and laid schemes

Just blown down by high winds

And strong signs from old forces

Wild dogs run trackless courses

Night changes sweet mountain

Vain hopes need cold fountains

Down on my knees again

Still believing

In the time of reason no more

Down on my knees again

Still believing

Peace of mind is worth any chore

Night owns my white bones but

Whats left is still saying

Down on my knees again

Still believing

In the time of reason no more

Down on my knees again

Still believing

Peace of mind is worth any chore

Down on my knees again

Still believing

In the time of reason no more

Down on my knees again

Still believing

Peace of mind is worth any chore

Down on my knees again

Still believing

In the time of reason no more

Down on my knees again

Still believing

Peace of mind is worth any chore

Down on my knees again

Still believing

In the time of reason no more

Down on my knees again

Still believing