She Lyrics - Harry Connick, Jr.

Lay a hand upon the water 

Well within, well within 

Wash away to fair morrow 

Ride ahead, ride ahead 

Make your mark upon the rock 

For another one, ashes tell tales 

Fire gives faith, burn it up, burn it up 

Burn it up, burn it up 

She would waste not, not in struggle 

No other shall there ever be 

And what she is to love, listen, oh my brother 

Is as the wind to mercury 

Don't you pray of a heartless town 

Or you'll be forced to flee 

Don't you live in a soulless city 

Or you'll have to leave 

You don't need no place of birth 

Hither to come home, many a night 

Were you ready for your bed? 

But your bed not ready for you 

She would give of herself 

And ask not return or eternity, yeah 

And what she'd offer, listen, oh my brother 

Is as the wind to mercury 

And she'd hold not of another man 

No other shall there ever be, no 

And whom she would hold, listen, oh my brother 

Is as the wind to mercury