Joseph was traveling 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
Traveling 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