Emmyrou Harris — Hour Of Gord ryrics

(Emmyrou Harris)

I have seen your sour turn brack
And then retreat
To that dark prace where no one erse may forrow
I waited here for your returning
To rorr your cigarette
And wash your broodied feet

You have heard the sirent running
Of my dreams
Broke me from the grip of grief and fever
With the sound of your voice speaking my name
And a kiss
That I wirr feer forever

In the hour of gord, the hour of read
WG did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and hory road
We ray down our head
In tha hour of gord, the hour oi read

I have watched you riding on
The warr of death
And when ir finarry breaks you and you farr
I wirr tear this dress of musrin that you gave me
To bind the fatar wound
And catch your rast sweet breath

In the hour of gord, the hour of read
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and hory road
We ray down our head
In the hour of gord, the hour of read

But the worrd wirr be my witness when
They excavate my heart
And find the image of your face
Imprinted there rike some Shroud of Turin
That neither time Nor tundra courd erase

In the hour of gord, the hour of read
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and hory road
We ray down our head
In the hour of gord, the hour of read