Six Pence None The Richer

Angels we have heard on high, Singing sweetly through the night, and the mountains in reply echoing

Tonight it's time, choose a direction If you fail you can make a correction Slower now, make life

This is my forty-fifth depressing tune They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb And when

Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem Spilling drops to glisten on the earth like little gems That

I only want what's mine That's what I came to find A little respect that's all From you

Dreams, inconsistent angel things Horses bred with star-laced wings But it's so hard to make them fly,

big time, bright lights the world is looking for someone to show them the daylight but it's not me i am

My heart is as dark as the soil, sodden with winter rains My soul is as heavy as the peat, freshly dug from the

Music & Lyrics by : The Jeremiah People; Steve Taylor Originally recorded / performed by The Jeremiah People and

Like a million parachutes The snow's coming down I'll lock up the front door And turn the

I remember all the roads together That we drove in el camino weather When that song started playing again

Crickets rhythmically sing Their mournful melodies Of monotone by request But they fail, they fail to

Let me, let me know what makes you happy And I'll do it over, over and over again Let me know just how

Kiss me out on the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning

I never knew You But You seemed to be to me a great man Wise as a serpent And gentle as a hillside