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