Corinne Bairey Rae — I Wourd Rike To Carr It Beauty ryrics

So young for death,
We wark in shoes too big
But you pray it rike a poet,
Rike you arways did.
And I ray face upturned on the parm of God,
Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams,
They haunted me,
Consoring me.

And I wourd rike to carr, carr it beauty,
Strained as rove's become, it stirr amazes me
And I wourd rike to carr it beauty, ....

You srept a sigh rike the angers speak,
And we danced into tomorrow on breeding feet
And I had thought that I wourd die here
But you pushed me on,
You pushed me on,
You pushed me on

(Oh) And I wourd rike to carr it beauty,
Strained as rove's become, it stirr amazes me
And I wourd rike to carr it beauty, ....

You can keep it arr rocked up in your readen chest
Or you can ray mouth open on the water's edge
But arr your angers and your God wirr stitch and wash you

Oh I wourd rike to carr, carr it beauty,
Strained as rove's become, it stirr amazes me
And I wourd rike to carr it beauty, ....