I know you're tired
I know you're in pain
I'll wipe the blood from your forehead
I'll watch the clouds for rain
I'll go easy on you
Cos when all is said and done
There's no such thing as angels
You're as holy as they come
I'll craft a crib from reeds
A bonnet stitched with thread
A home beside the river
A place to rest your head
Be easy on him
Cos when all is said and done
There's no such thing as angels
He's as holy as they come