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

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