Suspended from the heavens, sheltered by your hand,
Riding on a black cloud,
I tremble for my brothers with houses in the sand,
Riding on a black cloud,
Thunder makes me shiver, but you give peace of mind,
While some are deaf to winter, or blinded by red wine,
Riding on a black cloud, riding on a black cloud.
I would not be found laughing at tales of love and death,
Riding on a black cloud,
Or fatal inclinations to savour mortal breath,
Riding on a black cloud,
Some are tales of sorrow, and some of hope and fear,
Dear God, have eyes of mercy; your spirit I revere.
Riding on a black cloud, riding on a black cloud,
Riding on a black cloud.
