Now rest you there, in spite of the storm that is raging.
Faith goes and comes, as long as the seasons are changing.
I am sure there is a safe valley for you and for me.
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry
for our blessed land,
for what we strive would come alive
and you would grieve no more. (x2)
Forgive me now for all of the times you were falling,
my darling, I accompany you in your mourning.
I will tell you the safe valley and sing my Loralie.
Where we would fly, in joy we'd cry
for our blessed land,
for what we strive would come alive
and you would grieve no more. (x4)