Lewis Fieldhouse he hath made you rich

I can't speak when I'm around you
Cut deep by the beauty that abounds from you
Left weak by the grace that god affords to you
He hath made you rich and i'm the pauper begging alms from you
Im easy in your company
Freed from the chains the world puts onto me
Received when others shut their doors to me
You were always opening your heart
Tell her that I love her and I won't let go
Promise me you won't go where I can't follow
Tell her that I love her and I won't let go
In the rain, in the wind in the snow
I can't speak when I'm around you
Cut deep by the beauty that abounds from you
Left weak by the grace that god affords to you
You were always opening your heart
You were always open in the start
Tell her that I love her and I won't let go
Promise me you won't go where I can't follow
Tell her that I love her and I won't let go
In the rain, in the wind in the snow
He hath made you rich and i'm the pauper begging alms from you
He hath made you rich and i'm the fool who falls in love with you