Now rest you there, in spite of the storm that is raging
Faith goes and comes, as long as the seasons are changing
I'm 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

Forgive me now for all of the times we were falling
My darling I acompany you in your mourning
I will tell you a 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

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