Saturday, December 31, 2005

love moves in mysterious ways

Who’d have thought this is how the pieces fit
You and I shouldn’t even try making sense of it
I forgot how we ever came this far
I believe we had reasons but I don’t know where they are
So blame it on my heart’ oh

Love moves in mysterious ways
It’s always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I’ll love you for the rest of my days
But still it’s a mystery of how you ever came to me
Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways

Heaven knows love is just a chance we take
We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith
So hold me close never ever let me go
Even though we think we know which way the river flows
That’s not the way love goes’ no

Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one
But I’ll never understand the way it’s done’ oh

Love moves... in mysterious ways....

An anthropologist once asked a Hopi why so many of his people's songs were about rain. The Hopi replied, "Because water is so scarce. Is that why so many of your songs are about love?" ~ Gila: Life and Death of an American River