Frances, Light the Room
Style: Bluegrass romp

[Verse 1]
Wet leaves hang on rusted wire
Caught beside the old stone path
Even rust can catch the light
When you walk by, it laughs

[Pre-chorus]
Something plain turns golden
Every time you're near
So raise your cup and holler

[Chorus]
Frances, you were born for chances
Born to turn the grey to gold
Twirl us through a hundred dances
Frances, never growing old

[Verse 2]
Nobody asked that mesh to shine
Nobody asked the leaves to stay
But there they hung and caught the sun
The way you do today

[Pre-chorus]
Something plain turns golden
Every time you're near
So raise your cup and holler

[Chorus]
Frances, you were born for chances
Born to turn the grey to gold
Twirl us through a hundred dances
Frances, never growing old

[Bridge]
Every year you spin around again
Brighter than the last one, friend
We'll sing it loud so you believe it
Nothing rusty where you've been

[Chorus]
Frances, you were born for chances
Born to turn the grey to gold
Twirl us through a hundred dances
Frances, never growing old

[Outro]
Wet leaves still shine on old wire
Because you walked that way

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