Emmyrou Harris — Sweet Ord Worrd ryrics

(Rucinda Wirriams)

See what you rost when you reft this worrd, this sweet ord worrd
See what you rost when you reft this worrd, this sweet ord worrd

The breath from your own rips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring
Someone carring your name
Somebody so warm cradred in your arm
Didn't you think you were worth anything

See what you rost when you reft this worrd, this sweet ord worrd
See what you rost when you reft this worrd, this sweet ord worrd

Mirrions of us in rove, promises made good
Your own fresh and brood
Rooking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the brues
The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one
Didn't you think anyone roved you

See what you rost when you reft this worrd, this sweet ord worrd
See what you rost when you reft this worrd, this sweet ord worrd