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




Oh, not to touch a hair on your head


Leave you as you are

If he felt he had to direct you


Then direct you into my arms




Into my arms, oh Lord


Into my arms, oh Lord


Into my arms, oh 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 to watch over you




Woe to each burn a candle for you


To make bright and clear your path

And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love


And guide you into my arms




Into my arms, oh Lord


Into my arms, oh Lord


Into my arms, oh Lord

Into my arms





But I believe in love

And I know that you do too


And I believe in some kind of path


That we can walk down, me and you




So keep your candles burning


Make her journey bright and pure

That she will keep returning


Always and evermore




Into my arms, oh Lord

Into my arms, oh Lord

Into my arms, oh Lord


Into my arms