The Author Lyrics

The Author Lyrics

Now I'm gonna tell you
This one born upon a kitchen table
When she passed away
Sleeping cross the shoulder of my brother

Can I make you see
The simple beauty in the knowing of her?
If there's good in me
Chant it out to her, she is the author

Sing it fully in the morning
Chant it wildly in the day
Pray to lovers in the evening
Cry it softly in the night

Time's your enemy
Every gift you see will be
Taken for sure
So I figure while you live
Kiss the ones that love you
For the song you sing