And as I watched the ski ski down the slope
I slapped my head yelling while thinking oh you dope
Please move out of the path of the ski Let the ski be
Leave the ski to ski down the slope with the hope
no one in it’s path will it grasp My hope My hope
Arranger I’m in danger
Hoping as I walk down the path on the ski slope side
As skier by skier glide by
Not knowing what’s up ahead Someone could be dead
Such a foolish me to remove my ski Foolish woeful me
Arranger I’m in danger
Watching the ski go on a skiing spree without me
What’s happening What’s around the bend Is it the end
As far as the eye can see I see the end as I came
around the bend I see the end of the ski’s joy ride
It struck a boy no a girl the ski struck broadside
As she bumped her head I prayed let her not be dead
Arranger I’m in danger
And that’s why I know prayer changes things
That’s why I know “He” arranges things
For on that day
“He” “The Arranger” made all okay