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 warned
Tonight he would be in the Lord's Arms Tonight he is in the Lord's Arms
So I drink this wine to him With each glass, a 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
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