can know that love is your aim She's there inside you, that woman And she wants to let the heavens in Softly now softly now Inside you, that woman Softly
lady, that makes a man come home I'm mighty close to heaven, as close as God allows And I'm thankful I'm holding, the one I'm holding now I'm mighty
got none at all That's prospected a bit of ground and sold it for a song To see it yield a fortune to some fool that came along That's sunk a dozen bed
