“I'm miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms.”
“I'm miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground, and I pray that something picks me up, and sets me down in your warm arms.”
“Now I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord my soul to keepIf I die before I wakeI pray the Lord my soul to take.”
“Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to keep.And if I should die before I awake,I pray the popular attend my wake.”
“Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.”
“You cold?' He chafes my arms. I haven't been cold since I moved here. This is something else. 'No. But you can put your arms around me anyway.”