I thought I heard your voice Last night Carried on the wind, Singing lines from old songs, Calling out all our names again. I would have followed you All the way back home To where our lives were long As bending rivers in the sun. Sweet Grace, mi alma Linda, I sing this song for you Sweet Grace, And I imagine Heaven singing too, Singing out for you. I dream of your adobe house Small beneath the stars - The river and the silver moon Behind the crumbling barn. I dream of beaded necklaces Sparkling on your skin, The aspens turning golden In the gray September rain. Sweet Grace, These memories bring me Close to you once more, Your stories and your gentle laughter Calling from your door. Sweet Grace, mi alma Linda, I sing this song for you, And I imagine Heaven singing, Angels dancing too, Dancing right along with you. Dancing along with you. I dream of the Golden melting sunlight The blue and silver moon Sweet Grace, sweet Grace I thought I heard your voice Last night Call your children home Sweet Grace