Kevin Browne: Songs

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

She counts the stars in the evening sky
But the question lingers and she don’t know why
Has it been for purpose or just random chance
Do the words make sense? Does she love to dance?

But she’s not very sure no she’s not very sure
What she wants anymore

On a moonlit night on a Christmas Eve
Was it a voice she heard or just the wind in the leaves
Do they stand forever? These words on a page
Do they cause her to stumble or disengage?

(chorus)

So I offer this prayer for her security
And hope god gives her grace and purity
But for above anything I’d ask I pray she enjoys your favor
And taste of the bread and wine daily that can save her