Mumford & Sons - Beloved Lyrics
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Beloved
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What Are The Lyrics For Beloved By Mumford & Sons?
Sit enthroned in white grandeur
But tired and shift A whisper of wayward silver hair From your eyes I'd never seen you unkempt before As you whisper "Darling close the door" How have I not made a note of every word You ever said And time, is not on our side But I'll pretend that it's alright She says the Lord has a plan But admits it's pretty hard to understand Before you leave You must know you are beloved And before you leave Remember I was with you Are you afraid However could you not be In this rosy light This is strange I see a hand come through the mirror Pointing at the light Pointing at the light we never see As you put your feathered arms over me Before you leave You must know you are beloved And before you Leave remember I was with you And as you leave I won't hold you back beloved We'll sit And talk the stars down from the sky And I'll not forget the chaos in your eyes love And as you leave You must know you are beloved And as you leave I can see the wild has come for you And as you leave I won't hold you back beloved And as you leave See my children playing at your feet |
Who Wrote Beloved By Mumford & Sons?
Benjamin Walter David Lovett, Edward James Milton Dwane, Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford, Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall
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What's The Duration Of The Beloved By Mumford & Sons?The duration of Beloved is 4:25 minutes and seconds. |
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