Joseph was travelling with a heavy load

His dreams were broken and deep sorrow flowed from his brow



Closer to sundown he prepared to rest

Set down the burden,

lay upon his chest

Then she came



Sir, come to me and I will keep you warm

Taste hope in my skin and faith with the dawn

You will rise



Beyond the sunrise that is where we live

Feeding our counsel and true comfort give

Travelling men



Joseph was sure the liquor had caused this dream

His eyes were sure that heaven was not her scene

She was no saint

Sir, come to me and I will keep you warm

Taste hope in my skin and faith with the dawn you will rise