Capo 1st fret
She sits at the window
Her hands folded on her sleeping lap
As He steps from the tomb
In his rags and his wounds
Into the yellow light that streams
Through the window, He brings
Peace and good tidings to the land
Peace and good tidings to the land
And as the waters cover the sea
And as you wake and turn to me
Peace and good tidings He will briii-iii-iii-ing
Good tidings to all things