Strum of Hearts

(hummmm) I found a photograph

of us in spring

Before we knew

what any of it would bring

You had your boots on,

laughing at the rain

And just like that,

the world was bright again

Oh, it's a simple kind of grace

Finding home in your embrace

Nothing more than what we are

Just a voice and a guitar

We don't need silver,

we don't need gold

Just this quiet fire

against the cold

Your hand in mine as the daylight starts to fade

Living in the beautiful promise that we made

Oh, it's a simple kind of grace

Finding home in your embrace

Nothing more than what we are

Just a voice and a guitar

We’ve got no heavy words to say

We just

let the hours drift away

(drift away)

Just a voice and a guitar

Yeah, exactly as we are (ahhhh)