Iris DeMent - Let the Mystery Be Lyrics
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Let the Mystery Be
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What Are The Lyrics For Let the Mystery Be By Iris DeMent?
Everybody's wonderin' what and where they they all came from
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go When the whole thing's done But no one knows for certain And so it's all the same to me I think I'll just let the mystery be Some say once you're gone you're gone forever And some say you're gonna come back Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour If in sinful ways you lack Some say that they're comin' back in a garden Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas I think I'll just let the mystery be Everybody's wonderin' what and where they they all came from Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go When the whole thing's done But no one knows for certain And so it's all the same to me I think I'll just let the mystery be Some say they're goin' to a place called Glory And I ain't saying it ain't a fact But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory And I don't like the sound of that I believe in love and I live my life accordingly But I choose to let the mystery be Everybody is wondering what and where they they all came from Everybody is worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go When the whole thing's done But no one knows for certain And so it's all the same to me I think I'll just let the mystery be I think I'll just let the mystery be |
Who Wrote Let the Mystery Be By Iris DeMent?
Iris Luella Dement
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What's The Duration Of The Let the Mystery Be By Iris DeMent?The duration of Let the Mystery Be is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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