Thy every look and every grace
So charm whenever I view thee,
'til death overtake me in the chase
Still will my hopes pursue thee
Then when my tedious hours have past,
Be this my last lesson given
Low at thine feet to breathe my last
And die in sight of heaven.
Writer(s): Paul James Allender, Martin F. Powell, Gianpiero Guiseppe Piras, David John Pybus, Adrian Paul Erlandsson, Dani Davey
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Imagem London Ltd.
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