David's Harp (Bruce/Hanrahan) When it was the morning of the world And the air was clear God took David's hand And drew him near And drew an image of Himself In David's heart, in David's ear And God described himself In deep blues And David took his harp And the notes just played It was the melody of his heart that the notes obeyed It was the melody of his heart so warm and true The heart describes itself Oh Lord since You made everything And all we really see or hear is You Why is the truest sound Deep blues When it was the evening of the world And the heat was strong The slave picks up his harp And begins the song And it's the song of his heart A heart so true And the song's rich and dark And deep blue As you lie there girl In the warm night air You ask if words can tell the tenderness there It's not words tat describe With a clearness so true It's a melody rich and deep.