Mario Rackow

Shine A Light

May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

When you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn
And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn
Whoa, just seemed too many flies on you
I just can't brush them off

Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes
Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up now, come on up now

May the good Lord shine a light on you, yeah
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you, yeah
Warm like the evening sun
Now, now, now, yeah

- Rolling Stones