And His banner high over me was just love.
Here I’m refreshed and sustained by His love,
For I’m sick, sick with love, in love with Him.
And refresh me with the apples so sweet,
Here I am conquered by Your sweet, sweet love,
For I’m sick, sick with love, in love with You.
And His right hand embraces me.
I am held and embraced by Him,
Oh daughters of Jerusalem.
And His banner over me was love,
I’m sick with love for Him.