I know you watch over me
And all that will ever be Father of all the past
You are the first and the last
The watcher of all that lives
The guardian of all that died The oneNorthern wind take my song up high Who rules my world and the sky
So its gates shall greet me open wide
To the Hall of glory in the sky
When my time has come to die.
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