True Blood

I catch the scent in the morning air, like sweet perfume from a holy garden,
I feel the warmth of a love, so rare it finds no wrong too great to pardon.
Oh, true blood, spring of life from an endless river,
Oh, true blood, the perfect gift of a soul delivered,
I’ll remember, I will wait for you,
For only your heart is true, only your heart is true.
I find you there in my daughter’s eyes, a distant light like the dawn of Eden,
Her childish joy, so pure and wise, recalls to me my spirit’s freedom.
Oh, true blood, spring of life from an endless river,
Oh, true blood, the perfect gift of a soul delivered,
I’ll remember, I will wait for you,
For only your heart is true, only your heart is true.
And when my heart’s a barren altar and shadows hide you from my view,…
Oh, your hand of mercy never falters; it always pulls me back to you.
Oh, true blood, spring of life from an endless river,
Oh, true blood, the perfect gift of a soul delivered,
I’ll remember, I will wait for you,
For only your heart is true, only your heart is true.