I greet you With a song in my heart I behold your adorable face. Just a song at the start But it soon is a hymn to your grace. When the music swells I'm touching you hand It tells that you're standing near, and At the sound of your voice

I'm wounded by dust Where I've been lately is no concern of yours Who's been touching my skin Who have I been letting Shy and tired-eyed am I today When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime You better call for your woman up high And when the bell