Harry Connick, Jr. - She lyrics

Lay a hand Upon the water Well within, well within Wash away To fair morrow Ride ahead, ride ahead Make your mark Upon the rock For another one Ashes tell tales Fire gives faith Burn it up burn it up Burn it up burn it up She would waste not, not in struggle No other shall there ever be And what she is to love, listen oh my brother Is as the wind to mercury Don't you pray Of a heartless town Or you'll be forced to flee Don't you live In a soulless city Or you'll have to leave You don't need No place of birth Hither to come home Many a night Were you ready for your bed But your bed not ready for you She would give of herself And ask not return or eternity And what she'd offer, listen oh my brother Is as the wind to mercury And she'd hold not, of another man No other shall there ever be And whom she would hold Listen oh my brother Is as the wind to mercury