Hold my hand

I will be well.
All manner of things will be well
If only you
Hold my hand.

Maybe we’ll no longer stride the Fells.
Yet all manner of things will be well,
If only you
Hold my hand.

Though time holds no promised land,
Yet all manner of things can be well,
If only you
Hold my hand.

The coming years I can stand.
All manner of things can be well,
If only you
Hold my hand.

The dying lying ahead
I believe I can stand,
If only you
Hold my hand.