Inside of Me
Rachel Gaithers

Inside of me
There is a woman
She’s not a girl
She’s not a tomboy

But an angel
With wings of pure light
And she sings
Oh she sings to me

Inside of me
There is a woman
She’s not a girl
She’s not a tomboy

But an angel
With wings of pure light
And she sings to me
Oh in the mists of my dreams

She puts wreaths
and crowns of flowers
On the fence posts
of my soul

Inside of me
There is a woman
She’s not a girl
She’s not a tomboy

But a pixie
With eyes of pure joy
And she sings of the rain
And oh when the wind rolls

She sings when the moon says he loves me, that he loves me

And she sings to me of sorrow
And she sings to me of passion
And she sings to me of love and laughter
She sings with a beautiful (???)

To my soul and for a moment
I am being, flying Whoa
And I long to touch the wilting melody
And I long to taste the nectar of the passion
And I lust for sweetness of soul
Which is mine whoa

Inside of me
There is a woman
She’s not a girl
She’s not a tomboy

But an angel
With wings of pure light
And she sings
She sings to me

She sings of song, of passion,
of love, of laughter, of anger,
of tears, of the pain, of hope,
of the glory of the moon and
the wind and the rain