I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, o lord, into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them all to watch over you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, o lord, into my arms

And I believe in love
And I know that you do too
I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, o lord, into my arms
O lord,
Into my arms, o lord, into my arms