Innocence and suffering

Loneliness and grace

Pain and love and beauty

Laughter, death and faith

Where the rising fortune

meets the setting sun

I’m afraid, my friend, when one is left

it’s just the same as none



I will always stand beside you

Defend you and mend you, sanctify you

I’ll hold you and keep you and fight beside you

And follow you down, love

I’m right behind you

God, make her road straight

God, make her road true

Saint Isabelle is coming through



The textbook’s on the table

The radio’s on the shelf

And thank you for the offer

but I’ll sing this one myself

In reverential silence

the crowd sat in the pews

I climbed and climbed for hours

But, oh my, what a view



I will always stand beside you

Defend you and mend you, sanctify you

I’ll hold you and keep you and fight beside you

And follow you down, love

I’m right behind you

God, make her road straight

God, make her road true

Saint Isabelle is coming through



I’m surprised you didn’t come forward

when the cops dragged me away

There’s a museum in the Netherlands

I hope to see again someday

There’s a painting of a woman

gathering wood, it’s almost dark

In a world bereft of meaning

there’s a flicker in the hearth



I will always stand beside you

Defend you and mend you, sanctify you

I’ll hold you and keep you and fight beside you

And follow you down, love

I’m right behind you

And follow you down, love

I’m right behind you

And follow you down, love

I’m right behind you



God, make her road straight

God, make her road true

Saint Isabelle is coming through