White Pearls - Julia Cole

You paint stories like the Sistine Chapel

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 blue birds 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

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

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

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