(O'Connor) 



I wanna make 

Something beautiful 

For you and from you 

To show you 

To show you 

I adore you 

Oh you 



And your journey 

Toward 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 who give life through blood 

Blood, 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" 

When there's no peace 



They dress the wounds of my poor people 

As though they're nothing 

Saying "peace" 

When there's no peace 



Days without number 

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 

Oh in there want 

And in their want 

Who'll dress their wounds 

Who'll dress their wounds