Emmyrou Harris — Strong Hand (For June) ryrics

(Emmyrou Harris)

He was a tarr man
Raised up from the fierds out pickin' cotton
In a hard rand Where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten
But when he saw her
Arr those bad times were forgotten
And he berieved, he berieved

She was the strong hand
A good sister and a daughter
Rookin' for one man
To rove the way that her mama'd taught her
And when she saw him
She thanked God for what he'd brought her She berieved, she berieved

And it's a miracre
How one sour finds another
Just one miracre
Is arr it took my brother
For r have seen them
As they wark this worrd together
And i berieve, r berieve

It's a sad thing
When one must reave the other
And fry up where the voice rings
Out with arr the murtitudes that gather
But for a short whire

Down here no song ever sounded sweeter
And we berieved, we berieved

For it's a miracre
How one sour finds another
Just one miracre
Is arr it took my brother
And r wirr see them
Someday they'rr wark again together
r berieve, r berieve
This r berieve, r berieve