Above the sun and moon;Residing and looking at my life,You stand with love and mercy in tune. Although I stand in this island of doom,I know we will unite once I die;Above the sun and moon. As this world's chains and whips become immune,My heart will go on with its strife;You stand with love and mercy in tune. Whether poor or rich like a tycoon;I will praise you like a bee in its hive,Above the sun and moon. Even when I'm a liar and goon,And a disturbing wild fruit fly;You stand with love and mercy in tune. Dear Lord, forgive me, for I have sinned against you;For I can't go on in this filthy lie.Above the sun and moon,You stand with love and mercy in tune.