Angel Horses Flap Their Wings
Music: Who Is at My Window Weeping.
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|Angel horses flap their wings
High above the winter night.
Far below an angel sings
Of peace and joy, of love and light.
Down, down, down the horses fly,
Down through stars, across the moon,
Down through clouds and cold, dark sky
To where the angel sings her tune.
And there the angel horses wait,
Listening to her song of love,
Far from home and Heaven's gate,
Far from sweet green fields above,
Listening to the angel's song,
So beautiful it makes them weep,
Hovering over us all night long
While we are fast asleep.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon