Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like pettles 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 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
