Lyrics The Angel - Arch Garrison, North Sea Radio Orchestra

The Angel

I dreamt a dream!
What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my heart’s delight
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head