Henry
In sixty three years, Henry's seen more than his fair share
People, they come and go, but one thing stays the same
The world's still cold
But Henry believes, and he just won't give up on this
Love, covered up
Underneath all the thorns and the brush
Hope's enough til the flood
Has washed them away and all that remains is this love
People asked Henry how he could claim so boldly
He said it's as simple as the woman standing in front of me
The beauty she holds
It makes me believe, and I just can't give up on this
Love, covered up
Underneath all the thorns and the brush
Hope's enough til the flood
Has washed them away and all that remains is this love
It's hard to see past the trees
When your eyes can't believe
But Henry, his spirit won't break
Stormy seas, desert heat
Up above, or beneath
Nothing can stand up to
Love, it's a flood
Ripping right through all the thorns and the brush
Oh this love, rising up
Will wash them away til all that remains is this love