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 true
  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