Skirts of Heaven

Standing underneath the skirts of Heaven

Your land reaching to me like an ocean

Untouchable by hand

Of any man or woman

The skirts of Heaven

I feel you gently falling on my moonstruck brain

Watch me sleeping until you call on me again

Every rise and bend

Every myth, legend

The skirts of Heaven

Weary, weary, she will let the night commence

And when she tells me to wake up

Mother breaks the silence

Mother breaks the silence

Untouchable by hand

Of any man or woman

The skirts of Heaven

Onward, I'm underneath skirts of Heaven

Wandering underneath skirts of Heaven

Wondering underneath skirts of Heaven

I'm underneath the skirts of Heaven

Of Heaven

Of Heaven

Of Heaven, oh