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