In the Lord's Arms

Like the wings stolen from an angel

Like petals gone from a rose

Like a dove caught in a storm



Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms



The wind it blew straight through us

And whispered to me in tongues

I was told I was wrong



Tonight he would be in the Lord's Arms

Tonight he is in the Lord's Arms



So I drinked this wine to him

With each glass of memory

He left with his crown of thornes



Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms

Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms

Tonight he's in the Lord's Arms