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Charley Pride – Comfort Of Her Wings

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Introduction

Have you ever found a song that feels like a warm embrace on a stormy day? Comfort of Her Wings is exactly that—a tender ballad that speaks straight to the heart. It’s a song about refuge, love, and the quiet strength we find in the arms of someone who truly cares. Whether it’s a mother, a partner, or a guardian angel, the song’s message is universal: love has a way of shielding us from life’s harshest blows.

The beauty of Comfort of Her Wings lies in its simplicity. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of someone seeking solace beneath the “wings” of their loved one. The metaphor of wings evokes both protection and freedom, a reminder that love can shelter us while also giving us the courage to soar. It’s not just about escaping pain but finding the strength to face it, knowing someone has your back.

The melody is as soothing as the message. It wraps around you like a soft blanket, with gentle instrumentation that perfectly complements the heartfelt lyrics. The vocals—rich, emotional, and sincere—make you feel every word. It’s not just a song; it’s a moment of connection, a pause to reflect on the people who give us strength when we need it most.

What makes this song truly special is how it resonates with listeners. We all have someone—or wish we had someone—who offers that kind of unwavering support. It reminds us to cherish those people and, perhaps, to be that person for someone else.

Whether you’re going through a tough time or just need a moment to breathe, Comfort of Her Wings is a song you’ll want to keep close. It’s a gentle reminder that love is the greatest shelter we have

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Lyrics

There’s a place they call The Bottom,
And friends! I’ve been there once or twice.
It’s dark down there and lonely,
And something’s missin’ in your life.
Tonight I thought I’d had enough,
When I heard a voice said, “Don’t give up!”
That whisper had an old familiar ring
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.
Daddy always called her angel,
I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo
He was looking in her eye.
She was always there to guide me
With all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel,
But I felt the comfort of her wing.
Now I’m looking back in time
To a young man stumbling through the kitchen door.
How Mama kept on praying
When she couldn’t tell me nothing any more.
I woke up in my bed again,
I guess she must have tucked me in
I can’t remember much of any thing.
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.
Daddy always called her angel,
I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo
He was looking in her eye.
She was always there to guide me
With all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel,
But I felt the comfort of her wing.
Now that’s why Lord made her an angel.
I feel the comfort of her wing

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