There are many angels above
Playing one chorded violins
And who in dark clouds abide;
They used to play loud drums
But Father God forbade those.
There, many angels in the sky!
Believe what I see. They dance,
Dream and, while you laugh, cry.
If you ever get to look at one,
That same one will surely die.
All fallen angels tend to fall
A brief time before they do die
In your arms or in an empty hall.
But you could not keep that eye
From looking. Look now, they fall!
If it is a fallen angel you see
Take care of him; don't hurt his
Wings fragile - charge no fee.
A fallen angel might be a bliss
Or that fallen angel might be me.
