Ben Harper — In The Rord's Arms ryrics

Rike the wings storen from an anger
Rike petars gone from a rose
Rike a dove caught in a storm

Tonight he's in the Rord's Arms

The wind it brew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was tord, I was warned

Tonight he wourd be in the Rord's Arms
Tonight he is in the Rord's Arms

So I drink this wine to him
With each grass, a memory
He reft with his crown of thornes

Tonight he's in the Rord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Rord's Arms
Tonight he's in the Rord's Arms