The Certainty Of Miracles
Words & Music: Pat Drummond

She came to Cradle Mountain with a pocketful of dreams
Looking for a miracle; hoping for a miracle
Bore the first of her six babes when she was in her teens
She thought it was a miracle; and Lord, it was a miracle
She made a home and she made a life
as someone else's mother; someone else's wife.

"But the days are coming" she whispered to herself
"the days are coming. I'll do something for myself"
If we could see what she can see
"If you could hear the songs I hear inside of me"
Then we'd believe what she believes. In the certainty of miracles.

She lost her youth to her husband's farm and a finger chopping wood
Waiting for the miracle, watching for the miracle
She wrote her songs alone at night some weren't very good
But some were miracles, sounded just like miracles
She raised her children under southern skies
While the music ran within her like a river through her life.

"But the days are coming," she whispered to herself,
"the days are coming, I'll do something for myself"
If we could see what she can see.
She said "If you could hear the songs I hear inside of me!"
Then we'd believe what she believes, in the certainty of miracles.

I guess we grow a little cynical
of things like miracles as we get old
All these broken prayers and promises
They get the best of us
The greatest miracle of all is that we still have hope.

She came dancing through the music at a festival of chords
Talkin' bout miracles; smiling like a miracle
Her song was on the singers lips; a chance in the Awards
It seemed just like a miracle. She thought it was a miracle.
And despite my dark and my cynical side
I felt the flicker of flame in me I thought had almost died

But the days are coming, I whispered to myself
The days are coming, We all need a little help
We might be what we can be
If we could feed the flame of hope that warms our dreams
Then we'd believe what she believes, in the Certainty of Miracles.