Oh when the sunshine beckons to ya
And your wings begin to unfold
The thoughts you bring and the songs you sing
Are gonna keep me from the cold

And if the sword is among ya
And its words may wound my soul
You can fill me up with what you’ve got
Cos my heart’s been keeping old

She is love
And her ways are high and steep
She is love
And I believe her when she speaks.

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