Bebo Norman - Rita

^CLay down softly^F in our sorrow ^CLay down sister to ^Gdie ^CAnd cover over^F, my sweet Father ^CCover over her ^Geyes

^CYour broken body,^F it cannot weather ^CThe years your youth still longs to ^Gspend ^CSo go down graceful^F, sleep with the angels ^CAnd wake up whole a^Ggain

‘Cause it was not your ^Amtime; that's a useless ^Fline A fallen ^Cworld took your ^Glife

But the ^CGod that ^G/Bsometimes can't be ^Amfound Will ^Fwrap Himself ^Caround you So ^Glay down, sister, lay ^Cdown

^CSlower passing^F are the hours ^CTo tell this tale that takes its ^Gtime ^CBut the finest moment,^F no man can measure ^CIs to look your Savior in the ^Geyes

^CSo take her tender^F to Your table ^CTake her from this killing ^Gfloor ^CTo taste the water^F that is forever ^CLet her be thirsty no ^Gmore

It was not her ^Amtime; that's a useless ^Fline A fallen ^Cworld took her l^Gife

But the ^CGod that ^G/Bsometimes can't be ^Amfound Will ^Fwrap Himself ^Caround you So ^Glay down, sister, lay ^Cdown

And the ^CGod that ^G/Bsometimes can't be ^Amfound Will ^Fwrap Himself ^Caround you So ^Glay down, Rita, lay ^Cdown