Step underneath my protective white wing,
sheild you from pain in a holy archway...
I will preserve you from all harm, my king.
When the leaves will grow and in flies the spring,
and on the new green grass that you will lay...
Step underneath my protective white wing.
In the winter when no robin will sing,
when the skies are reduced to clouds of gray...
I will preserve you from all harm, my king.
With the burning sun that summer months bring,
and all the pure hearts are filled with bright gay...
Step underneath my protective white wing.
In the dying autumn when death does sting,
and the ties of life all starting to fray...
I will preserve you from all harm,my king.
When the season sequence begins to ring,
and thoughts of a new dawning are astray...
Step underneath my protective white wing,
I will preserve you from all harm, my king.