Now rest you there, in spite of the storm that is raging
Faith goes and comes, as long as the seasons are changing
I am sure there is a safe valley for you and me

Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land
For what we would strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land
For what we would strive would come alive and you would grieve no more

Forgive me now for all the times you were falling
My darling, I accompany you in your mourning
I will tell you a safe valley and sing my Loralie

Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land
For what we would strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land
For what we would strive would come alive and you would grieve no more

Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land
For what we would strive would come alive and you would grieve no more
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry for our blessed land
For what we would strive would come alive and you would grieve no more