Lyrics

Jeff Ashbaker
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From The Artistry Above (C)

It's the crying of our baby as she leaves her mother's womb
It's the dying of our lady as she waits her final tomb
It's the journey of a lifetime, though so few can seek & find
The artistry above, the odessey of love

---Chorus---
Sing to me of roses, Sing to me of rain
Sing to me of happiness and pain
From the artistry above
Comes the odessey of love
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It's the duty in the ringing of a bell that's left unrung
And it's the beauty in the singing of a song that's left unsung
And though the wonder lies within us, so few can ever trust
The artistry above, the odessey of love

--Repeat Chorus--