Sky of Loving Arms - Baby Dee

Swells of blood

Smoke the sky

Curses come and arrows fly

And from the arrows comes the wound

and from the wound an open eye

For skyless me

to look and see

A sky of loving arms

A sky as clear as your clear eyes

That safe and spacious blue

A sky of sunlit words

that ring

Deep and sweet and true

A sky of loving arms

For skyless me to look and see

A sky of loving arms

A sky of loving arms

For skyless me to look and see

a sky of loving arms

a sky of loving arms

a sky of loving arms

for skyless me

to look and see

a sky of loving arms

(ad libitum)