I don't believe in an interventionist God 
But I know, darling, that you do 
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him 
Not to intervene when it came to you 
Not to touch a hair on your head 
To leave you as you are 
And if He felt He had to direct you 
Then direct you into my arms 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms 
And I don't believe in the existence of angels 
But looking at you I wonder if that's [bad word] 
But if I did I would summon them together 
And ask them to watch over you 
To each burn a candle for you 
To make bright and clear your path 
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love 
And guide you into my arms 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms 
And I believe in Love 
And I know that you do too 
And I believe in some kind of path 
That we can walk down, me and you 
So keep your candlew burning 
And make her journey bright and pure 
That she will keep returning 
Always and evermore 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms, O Lord 
Into my arms