That's What Angels Do
There are fields and fields of flowersFields and fields of liliesWhen the soft winds blowThe angels come downAnd they gather the scent of the bloomsThey take armfuls of blossomsTo Make little wreaths and scatter themAll through the leaves on the treesYou can smell them when you breathe
There are walls and walls of silverWalls and walls of pearlsWhen the soft winds blowThe angels come downAnd the look o'er the walls at us hereThey take gems from the wallsTo make little sighs and scatter themAll through the birds in the skyYou can hear their songs
Gods angels can see us nowAnd hear us you knowThey watch us from heavenProtecting us soWe are kept safe from the bad things at nightThat wake us in frightThey guard us and hold us till morning is nigh'
There are streets and streets of honeyStreets and streets of goldWhen the soft winds blowOur mama's come downAnd they run to the roads to us hereThey spin fibers of goldTo make little sheep and scatter themAll through our dreams as we sleepAnd we know that our dreams will come true
For God's angels can see us nowAnd hear us you knowThey watch us from heavenProtecting us soWe are kept safe from the bad things at nightThat wake us in frightThey guard us and hold us till morning is nigh'Till morning is nigh'