Sweet Grace
Fernando Ortega

I thought I heard your voice
Last night
Carried on the wind,
Singing lines from old songs,
Calling out all our names again.

I would have followed you
All the way back home
To where our lives were long
As bending rivers in the sun.

Sweet Grace, mi alma Linda,
I sing this song for you
Sweet Grace,
And I imagine Heaven singing too,
Singing out for you.

I dream of your adobe house
Small beneath the stars -
The river and the silver moon
Behind the crumbling barn.

I dream of beaded necklaces
Sparkling on your skin,
The aspens turning golden
In the gray September rain.

Sweet Grace,
These memories bring me
Close to you once more,
Your stories and your gentle laughter
Calling from your door.

Sweet Grace, mi alma Linda,
I sing this song for you,
And I imagine Heaven singing,
Angels dancing too,
Dancing right along with you.
Dancing along with you.

I dream of the
Golden melting sunlight
The blue and silver moon
Sweet Grace, sweet Grace

I thought I heard your voice
Last night
Call your children home
Sweet Grace