Testo In search of grace Van Morrison

In search of grace

In search of grace, can't find no trace
How could she just disappear from the street?
Some remember, none recall
Just when she slipped off the radar

It was somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight
Many are concerned with her fate
People lit up when they saw her face
All was well with a sense of place

In search of grace, but I can't find a trace
How could she just disappear from our streets?
Some remember, none recall
Just when she went off the radar

Somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight
Wonder what happened, become of her fate
Got to get back to that sacred space
That's why I'm always in search of grace

All the people lit up when they saw her face
Always with some sense of place
Somebody said she went away
When I'm always searching for grace

Somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight
She seemed to disappear from our street
Some remember, none recall
Just when she went off the radar

All the people lit up when they saw her lovely face
Always well, always well with a sense of place
Always remembere peace in the night
Well, I'm always searching for grace