With stars in the night sky, up there.
It can get pretty cold, down here.
The endless battles of life, the questions you keep asking.
The restless start to arise, the bastions that are blinding.

When it becomes too much.
Don't worry or such.
There's a place that always warms.
That place is here, in my arms.

And everything has its time.
To grow, to die, to live, to lie.
And everything has its time.
To know, to try, the truth or sigh.

When it becomes too much.
Don't worry or such.
There's a place that always warms.
That place is here, in my arms.

Oooh!

So rest now, my dear.
Rest now, do not fear.
I am here.
I am here.
Let your dreams be clear.

Rest my dear, in my arms.
My arms.