White Pearls Lyrics

You paint stories like the Sistine Chapel

And make heaven out of apple pie

With sweet tea on the side

The way you talk to God like he's an old friend

Would make anyone wanna meet him

you're the voice of reason

When I'm losing my mind

And oh, you're how I know

Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings

Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything

They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls

You're how I know angels

Angels wear white pearls

You've got your own little garden of Eden

With dogwoods and bluebirds feeding

I can never quite get my front yard looking good as yours

So I'll just have to visit much as I can

Lord knows I miss ya,

your amazing grace inspires me,

Yeah I got faith cause I believe

Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings

Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything

They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls

You're how I know angels

Angels wear white pearls

Angels wear white pearls

Oh oh

Angels wear white pearls, and pray on front porch swings

Love the piano, and ain't scared of damn near anything

They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls

They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls

They're daughters turned to mothers, raising their own baby girls

You're how I know angels

Angels wear white pearls