Everloving Arms - Kristina Train

from the dead

these hopes that hanging by a thread

now raise from the ropes instead

to your loving arms

fifteen strong

the cutthroat choir sing their song

though I don’t hear now I belong to your loving arms

somewhere there’s a dream for me

winding down the back roads

whistling through the trees

cross the tracks to your ever loving arms

in my stride

I’ll cross valleys far and wide

trace the rivers through a turning tide

to your loving arms

somewhere there’s a dream for me

skipping cross the rooftops on a summer breeze

cross the tracks to your ever loving arms

I belong to your ever loving arms