Of the Angels
As I stand in the first of light
and I hear the early bird sing her song
I think of the Angels
and there where love begon
Trough the hours of the day
in every moment of my present
I feel the influence of the Angels
making me feel o so pleasant
Later at night, before I drift away
and the shadow of the sleep gets hold of me
I see visions of the Angels
in my heart where they'll always be
As the night grows deeper
and the world has come to peace
I dream of the Angels
and in my Soul there rises a caprise