Joseph was travelling with a heavy loadHis dreams were broken and
deep sorrow flowed from his browCloser to sundown he prepared to
restSet down the burden,lay upon his chestThen she cameSir, come
to me and I will keep you warmTaste hope in my skin and faith
with the dawnYou will riseBeyond the sunrise that is where we
liveFeeding our counsel and true comfort giveTravelling
menJoseph was sure the liquor had caused this dreamHis eyes were
sure that heaven was not her sceneShe was no saintSir, come to me
and I will keep you warmTaste hope in my skin and faith with the
dawn you will rise