In His Arms

If you close your eyes
I might sing to you
If you hold out your hand
I might take it and walk with you

If you hold out your arm
I might dance with you
I might dance with you for a while

You died in these arms, they said
In love that was good and deep and pure
Only in death did they part
A team of two

And when he followed later
They were no longer alone
They were free, free spirits
Let go to the wind and the sea
Let go to the wind and the sea

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry

I don’t think it’s cold outside anymore
How about we done this jackets and take a bit of wine and walk through the fields?
‘Cause we have plenty of time
We have plenty of time