White Pearls

(альбом: Julia Cole - 2021)

You paint stories like the Sistine Chapel
Make Heaven out of apple pie
With sweet tea on the side

The way you talk to God like he's an old friend
Would make anyone wanna meet him
You're the voice of reason when I'm losing my mind

And oh, you're how I know

Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls

You've got your own little Garden of Eden
With dogwoods and blue birds feeding
I can never quite get my front yard looking good as yours

So I'll just have to visit much as I can
Lord knows I miss ya
Your amazing grace inspires me
Yeah I got faith 'cause I believe

Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls
Angels wear white pearls

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings
Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
Daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls
You're how I know angels
Angels wear white pearls