Guyamas Sonora
by Low
In the hall I heard your faints falling,
your trial and my corrections made.
your trial and my corrections made.
You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers of .
You have all the prayers of .
No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear
The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear