singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller
When she lies there asleep
You know she was never afraid of the dark as a child
In a world full of predators patiently waiting
She knows she is blessed though she's wild
God will watch over her
In his preserve
Remember the days when you sought wounded prey
And the weak ones strayed from the pack
Too quick too live for the bow or its wound
Or the beast that waits to attack
God will watch over her
In his preserve
I knew a girl in a town on a bike
She rode through her life on that bike
Bad luck fell around her but never quite found her
And she rode out of town on that bike
God will watch over her
In his preserve
And beware to encroachers and all would-be poachers
No mercy is shown to your guns
You will pay back all losses like thieves on the crosses
And she'll dance on your bones in the sun
God will watch over her
In his preserve