Eric Hill Band: Music

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Mended Again
ã 2002 Eric J. Hill
Morning Squire Music/ASCAP


They say that beauty is in the beholder’s eye,
And that’s the start of the story.
The sun goes down in the western sky,
Reflecting its own glory.
And the tears I’ve cried for you have dried,
And my heart is mended again.
The years are gone, but I’ve moved on,
And my heart is mended again, mended again.
The rain rolls down my windowsill,
Mirroring the tears I’ve felt.
I know I’ve gained in my strength of will,
Playing the cards that I’ve been dealt.
And the tears I’ve cried for you have dried,
And my heart is mended again.
The years are gone, but I’ve moved on,
And my heart is mended again, mended again.
An oak tree stands in my back yard,
Holding its branches up so high.
Through rain so fierce and snow so hard,
Each spring it puts new leaves up to the sky.
And the tears I’ve cried for you have dried,
And my heart is mended again.
The years are gone, but I’ve moved on,
And my heart is mended again, mended again.