(Steve Curtis)
Night like a river, banks are steep
Carry my burden, bury my worry deep
It's like she told me some time ago
There's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow
I could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath
And I could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest
Bound and delivered, I returned
Tried to forgive her for all the ground we burned
Maybe tomorrow waters will clear
I'll shake this sorrow and leave my worry here
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