Vocal and instrumentation: Steve Swellander
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fiogf49gjkf0d (Words and music copyright Steve Swellander 1998)
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I’ll be
One thing is always a constant,
That life’s a mystery.
I can’t promise that you’ll always be happy
Though Lord knows I’ve always been true,
Our love has had its ups and downs
But it seems that we make it through.
You have a beauty I can’t explain,
In dark times it guides me on,
It must be a gift from the hand of God,
Your love makes the morning come.
Sometimes I may seem restless
And it’s hard to find my heart,
I seem to be in another place,
In a dream that’s drifted far.
You wonder if you’ll find me
And then, who will I be?
Sometimes I’m lost and I lose the words
And remain a mystery.
You have a wisdom I can’t explain,
In dark times it guides me on.
It must be a gift from the hand of God.
Your love makes the morning come.
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