I Will Be Here - Steve Winwood

Cry, you would cry in my arms

Far, far from the world and its harms

That kind of love begun is never done

I’ll be here at close of day

When you bring your heart home to stay

I will be here when you call

I will be here standing tall

I will be here, you won’t fall

Don’t you know that love will save us after all?

Come — when cold winter blows

Come — when sweet summer glows

And all your wandering years will disappear

There are places inside the heart