Like petals 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 drinked this wine to him
 With each glass of 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