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Yo-Yo Ma, Alison Krauss – The Wexford Carol (Video)

Music is Therapy

Lyrics
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sinead O Connor
Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited

Lyrics
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sinead O Connor
Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited


Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited

Published on Sep 25, 2008

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change are throwing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Boaz Jong De / Walterus Marcel Schimscheimer / Ricardo M Burgrust
Make You Feel My Love lyrics © Universal Tunes

Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited


Lyrics
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sinead O Connor
Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited