And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them.
The morning light was soft and low, the clouds had left an early snow.
A peaceful sound was calling, lo, it's time to go.
Then God reached out His tender hand, and gently pulled her home with Him.
And brushed away the sorrow from her soul within.
And I could hear the roses sing, a bluebird softly claps its wings.
The sun seemed brighter than it's ever been.
And now she's dancing in the wind with her true love again.
Where her heart has always been.
Where her heart.
Has always been.
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I could hear the roses sing
A bluebird softly claps its wings
The sun seemed brighter than it's ever been
And now she's dancin' in the wind
With her true love again
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been
The morning light was soft and low
The clouds had left in early snow
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