Everloving Arms Kristina Train

from the dead
these hopes that hanging by a thread
now raise from the ropes instead
to your loving arms
fifteen strong
the cutthroat choir sing their song

though I don't hear now I belong to your loving arms
somewhere there's a dream for me
winding down the back roads
whistling through the trees
cross the tracks to your ever loving arms

in my stride
I'll cross valleys far and wide
trace the rivers through a turning tide
to your loving arms

somewhere there's a dream for me
skipping cross the rooftops on a summer breeze
cross the tracks to your ever loving arms
I belong to your ever loving arms