Angels

In the wonderous star-sown night
In the sweet warmth of spring
I lie awake and listen
to hear the glad earth sing

Come and take a walk with me
to watch the boat that fell from heaven
down upon the sea
And through the golden hours
A hundred angels row the boat
upon a sea of flowers

There is a Rose-Tree blooming
In winters frost and cold
It is the rose of love
No cruel wind can wither
No tempest can remove
And mid the sweetness curled
A golden heart is hidden

These songs I knew as a child from, "The Music Hour" Carter/2000

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