Andrew Peterson Queen Of Iowa lyrics

Queen Of Iowa by Andrew Peterson

Queen Of Iowa lyrics

I met the queen of Iowa 
She was dying on a couch in the suburbs 
And with all of the things she was dying of 
She was more alive than the others 

She was pretty as a flower in a crystal vase 
It lights up the room as it withers away 
And she opened her eyes 
When she heard the music play 

We sang a hymn to the rhythm of the river that flows 
Down from the mountain of the Holy Ghost 
And into the souls 
Of those who know His name 
Like the Queen of Iowa 
She was the Queen of Iowa 

Her majesty was all ablaze 
She was burning hot but not consumed 
Our shoes removed in that holy place 
In the hallowed ground of the living room 

I bowed down low and I kissed her hand 
And we raised a toast to the Promised Land 
And I saw the tears of joy 
Run down her face 

We sang a hymn to the rhythm of the river that flows 
Down from the mountain of the Holy Ghost 
And into the souls 
Of those who know His name 
Like the Queen of Iowa 
(Peace like a river in a valley of bones 
It fills the valley up and it carries them home) 
She was the Queen of Iowa 
(Bridge) 
I could see my illusions scatter 
Every time she drew a breath 
I could see the heart of the matter: 
The heart is a matter of life and death 
I�ll never be the same 

We sang about oceans of love again 
As she stared past the ceiling and the sky above 
Two court musicians, it was me and Ben 
We were singing for the Queen of Iowa 

We sang a hymn to the rhythm of the river that flows 
Down from the mountain of the Holy Ghost 
And into the souls 
Of those who know His name 
There was peace like a river in a valley of bones 
It fills the valley up and it carries them home 
To come alive again 
In the river of Grace 
Like the Queen of Iowa 
(Peace like a river in a valley of bones 
It fills the valley up and it carries them home) 
She was the Queen of Iowa 
Long live the Queen of Iowa