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      Oh, not to touch a hair on your head   Leave you as you are   If he felt he had to direct you   Then direct you into my arms      Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms, oh 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      Woe 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, oh Lord   Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms      But 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 candles burning   Make her journey bright and pure   That she will keep returning   Always and evermore      Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms, oh Lord   Into my arms