I’ve listened to countless covers of this timeless song; some are truly gorgeous, but none will ever send shivers down my spine with every trembling, pain-laden lyric. The melancholy soul of Jeff Buckley echoes with each throb of the guitar strings, rises and spirals towards heaven with each murmur of God’s praise. Why was this man so filled with a kind of incandescent sadness that seemed to lit him up from within? Is it because he knew his time left to walk this earth was drawing to a close?  There are covers, and then there’s Hallelujah.