Lovely - William Fitzsimmons

She walks on the water from where I stand

And she holds my heart in the palm of her hand

Though I’m uncertain she understands

That she is lovely

And there is a light in the back of my mind

A film of her sitting by God on the other side

And I watch again and again just to find

How she is lovely

Won’t you come back and haunt me again

Rise from the Baltimore snow and begin

Covering us who are wandering

Out at the edge of the end

She tried to hold back the rivers of hell

And rose to the angels as her body fell

I’ll dance with her when I go there as well

For she is lovely

Won’t you come back and haunt me again

Rise from the Baltimore snow and begin

Covering us who are wandering

Out at the edge of the end