Heaven presides over us, don't you know?
Your skin is scratched
Your shirt is torn
Your feet they ache from yestermorn

but heaven smiles at us. Oh, don't you know?
Though we've forsaken
we are not
With Eden's finest is our lot

so don't you cry my sweetest child
and lay your head upon my chest
I love your heart, oh maiden-mine
Your heart and all the rest

Awake, awake my love for can't you see?
The sun is rising
over the hills.
Bright orange light will fill the fields

so don't you cry my sweetest child
and lay your head upon my chest
I love your heart, oh maiden-mine
Your heart and all the rest