In her arms I found,
I could face the failing ground,
I could chart the noon day sky,
And keep the hours from passing by.

In her arms I lost my home,
And found them in her arms alone
Her palms a bed her elbows doors
To places only we know.

And then I leave them
And I'm like a hem
Torn at the sleeve
Whenever I leave
And the only way I'm darned
Is when I'm back in her arms.