Chris Berry Lisa Renee lyrics

When she tells the wind her story
She knows not that the mountains bow down to be near
When she tells the wind her story
She sees not that the clouds gather to hear

Beauty becomes her as if she was the reason for the word
Yet unto herself her beauty's a song she's never heard
All alone she cries in a prison of doubt
She's begging for a key
But only she can let herself out
Lisa Renee, Lisa Renee
Lisa Renee, Lisa Renee
Lisa Renee
Her dance can put fire to shame
One of her tears is a million nights of rain
Her laugh makes the sun to shine brighter
And her cry the moon to wain
And yet still of thyself is a song from a foreign tongue
From a land where songs are never ever ever sung

Lisa Renee, Lisa Renee
Lisa Renee, Lisa Renee
Lisa Renee

When she tells the wind her story
She knows not that the mountains bow down to be near
When she tells the wind her story
She sees not that the clouds gather to hear

When she tells the wind her story
She knows not that the rivers rush down to be near
When she tells the wind her story
She sees not that the trees they bend down to be near
When she tells the wind her story
She knows not that they mountains bow down to be near