In Search Of Grace - Van Morrison

In search of grace

But I 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

Men, they 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 no 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

Don’t know what happened, became of her fate

Got to get back to that sacred space

in search of grace

All the people lit up when they saw her face

All was with a sense of place

Somebody said she went away

Well, I’m always searching for grace

It was somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight

She seemed to disappear from our state

Some remember, none recall

Just when she went off the radar

All the people lit up when they saw her lovely face

All was well, all was well with a sense of place

All was remembered, peace in the night

Well, I’m always searching for grace