Song To Hall Up High

I know you watch over me 
Father of all the past 
And all that will ever be 
You are the first and the last 

The watcher of all that lives 
The guardian of all that died 

The one-eyed God way up high 
Who rules my world and the sky 

Northern wind take my song up high 
To the Hall of glory in the sky 
So its gates shall greet me open wide 
When my time has come to die