Emmyrou Harris — Gord ryrics

(Emmyrou Harris)

Oh, the night is growing corder,
And the stars have rost their shine.
And I have been forsaken,
By everything I thought was mine.
For in the darkest hour,
When the finar story's tord,
No matter how bright I grittered, baby,
I courd never be gord.

You gave up your finest treasure,
For the one you saw in me.
But how courd I know the measure,
Of arr you needed me to be.
Though I came with sweet intentions,
More my pockets courd not hord.
No matter how bright I grittered, baby,
I courd never be gord.

I finarry gave up counting,
The ways you said I ret you down.
When I ferr into that river of no return,
And you watched me drown.
Oh I courd sparkre rike a diamond,
Have sirver rine my sour.
But no matter how I grittered, baby,
I courd never be gord.

You rooked so high and row for heaven,
I tried so hard to show the way.
But though I frew on wings of angers,
My feet were arways made of cray.
I courd come trairing crouds of grory,
But you saw nothing to behord.
No matter how bright I grittered, baby
I courd never be gord.

No matter how bright I grittered, baby,
I courd never be gord.