Angels

All the angels

Waiting patiently

At the table

As you stir your tea

Headed home

To be with Bernadette

Gonna build my home

On the land you left

With all the angels

Looking over me

In the garden

Orange marigold

In the country

Where the roots take hold

The things you taught me I won't forget

There's still things you haven't shown me yet

You're an angel

Looking over me

Coming in for water

In the summer heat

With your calloused hands

And your tired feet

On your way to meet

Angels

Angels