If you go home love
Pray you have mercy on your family
Draw water from your history
Daughter sense the mysteries
That lie behind the stone
A round robin of song
Cacophony of home
I was always slow to catch on the the sermon
Songbirds and the city rustling
Hustling souls on second avenue
Oregon to Oklahoma
Trace the spiral line
Ineffably designed
Soldier in a civil war
Fought from the losing side
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Cacophony of skin and bone
Seeds as they were sewn
Daughter sense the mysteries
That lie behind the stone
When my reckless body
Wings to a southern bird becomes
Births from a bell still waiting to be rung
I was always slow to catch on the the sermon
Songbirds and the city rustling
Hustling souls on second avenue
Erika Lundahl - Mercy (Live) Lyrics
Erika Lundahl - Mercy (Live) Lyrics
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If you go home love
Pray you have mercy on your family
Draw water from your history
Daughter sense the mysteries
That lie behind the stone
A round robin of song
Cacophony of home
I was always slow to catch on the the sermon
Songbirds and the city rustling
Hustling souls on second avenue
Oregon to Oklahoma
Trace the spiral line
Ineffably designed
Soldier in a civil war
Fought from the losing side
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Cacophony of skin and bone
Seeds as they were sewn
Daughter sense the mysteries
That lie behind the stone
When my reckless body
Wings to a southern bird becomes
Births from a bell still waiting to be rung
I was always slow to catch on the the sermon
Songbirds and the city rustling
Hustling souls on second avenue
Pray you have mercy on your family
Draw water from your history
Daughter sense the mysteries
That lie behind the stone
A round robin of song
Cacophony of home
I was always slow to catch on the the sermon
Songbirds and the city rustling
Hustling souls on second avenue
Oregon to Oklahoma
Trace the spiral line
Ineffably designed
Soldier in a civil war
Fought from the losing side
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Blood of me and mine
Cacophony of skin and bone
Seeds as they were sewn
Daughter sense the mysteries
That lie behind the stone
When my reckless body
Wings to a southern bird becomes
Births from a bell still waiting to be rung
I was always slow to catch on the the sermon
Songbirds and the city rustling
Hustling souls on second avenue
Writer: Erika Lundahl
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid