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There is light in my lady's house
And there's none but some falling rain
This like a spoken word
She is more than her thousand names

No hands are half as gentle
Or firm as they like to be
Thank God you see me the way you do
Strange as you are to me

It is good in my lady's house
And the shape that her body makes
Love is a fragile word
In the air on the length we lay

No hands are half as gentle
Or firm as they like to be
Thank God you see me the way you do
Strange as you are to me
There is light in my lady's house   And there's none but some falling rain   This like a spoken word   She is more than her thousand names      No hands are half as gentle   Or firm as they like to be   Thank God you see me the way you do   Strange as you are to me      It is good in my lady's house   And the shape that her body makes   Love is a fragile word   In the air on the length we lay      No hands are half as gentle   Or firm as they like to be   Thank God you see me the way you do   Strange as you are to me