We People Who Are Darker Than Blue - London Session Version

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