Текст: Hal Ketchum. She Found The Place.

She found the place where I've been hiding
Have I the grace to let her in
To where my heart has been residing
Away from the joy and pain again?

She's come a long way from her home
Seen the serpent's tongue, heard the lion roar
Braved the thicket and the dark hust
To lay a fair hand at my door

She holds what little love I render
Like a candle on a windy night
And I pray the gale shall not offend her
By stealing such a fragile light

She's come a long way from her home
Seen the serpent's tongue, heard the lion roar
Braved the thicket and the dark hust
To lay a fair hand at my door

She found the place where I've been hiding
Lord, have I the grace to let her in
Where my heart has been residing
Far away from the joy and pain again?