When you’re down and they’re counting
   When your secrets all found out
   When your troubles take to mounting
   When the map you have leads you to doubt
   When there’s no information
   And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
   "et your soul be your pilot
   "et your soul guide you
   He’ll guide you well
  
   When the doctors failed to heal you
   When no medicine chest can make you well
   When no counsel leads to comfort
   When there are no more lies they can tell
   No more useless information
   And the compass spins
   The compass spins between heaven and hell
   "et your soul be your pilot
   "et your soul guide you
   He’ll guide you well
  
   And your eyes turn towards the window pane
   To the lights upon the hill
   The distance seems so strange to you now
   And the dark room seems so still
  
   "et your pain be my sorrow
   "et your tears be my tears too
   "et your courage be my model
   That the north you find will be true
   When there’s no more useless information
   And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
   "et your soul be your pilot
   "et your soul guide you
   "et your soul guide you
   "et your soul guide you upon your way