Up above my shoulder the ragged rooftops rise
Casting shadows over streets they seem to despise
Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane
I went down to the dead lake shore to see what I could see
Along the breeze came, away my cap went, my head it was set free
Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane
It clears a path before my feet, it makes my fingers play
Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane
Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me warm