A ring And a six string; Her world In a bag. She sits at my door. Angel of mercy, Tired and frail; She's been strumming The same old chord. She says: Let me grant you, Let me grant you One wish. Look inside my bag, Honey, Take your pick. Search your conscience, Then choose your cause, And the miracle Will be yours. [Chorus] 'Cause I'm giving away a miracle. Giving away freedom and hope. Giving away a miracle, And the miracle will be yours. She will give you the brass ring; The world if she can; Every miracle That she owns. Her faith is a virtue. Her grace - divine. She's an angel in tattered clothes, And she says: Let me grant you, Let me grant you One wish. Look inside my bag, Honey, Take your pick. Search your conscience, Then just choose your cause, And the miracle Will be yours. [Chorus] A ring And a six string; Her world in a bag. She sits at my door; Angel of mercy; Tired and frail. She'll be strumming The same old chord. [Chorus x 2]