Lovely
Michael Edward Flynn, William Fitzsimmons
She walks on the water from where I stand
And she holds my heart in the palm of her hand
Though I'm uncertain she understands
That she is lovely
And there is a light in the back of my mind
A film of her sitting by God on the other side
And I watch again and again just to find
How she is lovely
Won't you come back and haunt me again
Rise from the Baltimore snow and begin
Covering us who are wandering
Out at the edge of the end
She tried to hold back the rivers of hell
And rose to the angels while her body fell
I'll dance with her when I go there as well
For she is lovely
Won't you come back and haunt me again
Rise from the Baltimore snow and begin
Covering us who are wandering
Out at the edge of the end