When I was a mountain, strong with stone, silver, and gold,
Strip-mined wildly,
Spent it all, leaving only stone.

But, grace, are you hanging on for me'
Tell me it's true: you still do come back around this way.

When I was your lover, passionate and bright as the stars,
Left you for the least of whores,
Broke your precious heart.

But, grace, are you hanging on for me'
Tell me it's true: you still do come back around this way.

"Oh, I've been standing right here all along."

"My dear, I've been standing right here, ever as before,
Oh, I want nothing more than you,
Stay please,
Come back to my arms and rest your weary head,
Don't ever leave again, beloved."

Grace, hang on for me,
Tell me it's true: you still do come back around this way.

Grace,
Grace.

"Oh, I've been standing right here all along,
I've been standing right here all along,
Oh, I've been standing right here all along."