where her heart has always been

Alan Jackson

The morning light was soft and low
The clouds had left an early snow
A peaceful sound was calling low
"It's time to go"
Then God reached out his tender hand
and gently pulled her home with him
And brushed away the sorrow from her soul within

And I could hear the roses sing
A bluebird softly claps its wings
The sun seemed brighter than it's ever been
And now she's dancing in the wind
With her true love again
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been

And I could hear th? roses sing
A bluebird softly claps its wings
The sun seem?d brighter than it's ever been
And now she's dancing in the wind
With her true love again
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been
Where her heart has always been

The morning light was soft and low
The clouds had left an early snow