Arms I Know So Well - Emma Ruth Rundle

Oh boundless life were we to gain

From lost lands to the garden’s gate

Its fear of the frozen and unhappy skies

Burnt now, burnt now, breathing only fire

And deliver me from all the evil I did to myself

And deliver me to arms so open, arms I know so well

As for the dead, they can raise themselves

In secret I sing for no one else

Its fear of open spaces I have travelled in

Come so far, dragged myself on this phantom limb

Please deliver me from all the evil I did to myself

And deliver me to arms so open, arms I know so well