Lyrics

I'm mining for words
And singing with birds
Here with grace and God

I once met a man
who painted when he spoke
Down by the hills
in the valley I woke
And If I sat with the Messiah
Would I even know

I'm mining for words
And singing with birds
Here with grace and God

He lit up a candle
In the back of my mind
To burn out conditions
That had me blind
If I could ever be free
Would I let go

Om, om om

I'm mining for words
And singing with birds
Here with Grace and God

You've been a flower in a vase
In a smoke filled bar
It's no wonder you don't
Know who you are
Seven angels were watching
From a far

I'm mining for words
And singing with birds
Here with grace and God