Tom Jones All Blues Hail Mary song lyrics

From the mountain, comes a soul

And the stones grow up like trees

From the mountain, comes a soul

And the stones grow up like trees

All blues hail Mary with her roses

But you're their masterpiece

Cut away each blade of grass

Our feet cannot tramp down

The limb of every hanging tree

The time left hanging down

All blues sing that love is light not glory

And a story not a crown

I won't be deaths sad trophy, no

While I still lie awake

Won't be deaths sad trophy, no

While I still lie awake

All blues say love, love and death for you

And the chance is yet to take

How dark this bit of light so late

That falls across your breast

How dark this bit of light so late

That falls across your breast

All blues and the grace by God and the

I will have to

I will have to learn the rest