Blueberries

Gone from wrecked to ruin You lead me up High Rock Mountain Your starry cope surrounds me Rushing wind words blowing A taste of Eden's orchard And so began the wooing And it's just me here, so defeated And You, the Lifter of my head You fed me from your table Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love You came down and took The Sadness Bought me with a thousand lashes And set me in the blueberries And if I was the only one The only one who did You wrong You still would take my plea You would not forget me Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love Calling each conqueror To a banquet of Your favor Calling each conqueror To a banquet of Your favor Calling each conqueror To a banquet of Your favor Calling each conqueror To a banquet of Your favor Your favor, your favor, yes Lord Your favor, your favor Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love Nothing in this world compares To Your love, to Your love To your love Oh, to your love