Joe Henry - All Blues Hail Mary lyrics

From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary with her roses But you're their masterpiece Cut away each blade of gra** Our feet cannot tramp down The limb of every hanging tree That time's left hanging round All blues sing that love is light not glory A story, not a crown I won't be d**h's sad trophy now While I still lie awake I won't be d**h's sad trophy now While I still lie awake All the blues sing of love and d**h and you As chances yet to take How dark this bit of light so late That falls upon your breast How dark this bit of light so late That falls upon your breast All blues and grace by God, and I Will have to learn the rest