Miracles - Ron Sexsmith

There are miracles

Before our very eyes

In reality’s disguise

Our shadow below us

And the stars up above

It’s a miracle my love

Miracle my love

There are miracles

Appearing in broad daylight

To a cynical world so blind

With both of us knowing

There’s so much to dream of

It’s a miracle my love

How just a song

Appears in the night

And what was wrong

Seems to be right

There seems to be life

And all that was heavy

Seems to be light

It’s a miracle

Here in this hand I hold

Here in this band of gold

How even the silence

Seems to say more than enough

It’s a miracle my love

Miracle my love