Joseph was travelling 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   Travelling 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