| We stayed at the barroom till closing
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| I held down a place at his side
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| And drank to the memory that crushed him
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| A lady who’d loved him and died
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| He purely could not find a reason
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| To get it back up and go on
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| Then out of the dark came a stranger
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| Who turned us around with a song
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| He said: I know the pain that youi’re feeling
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| I had a sweet little girl
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| And I loved her more than her mother
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| Or anything else in the world
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| And sure as I loved her I lost her
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| Sure as I wanted to die
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| Then I had a dream or a vision
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| Of wonder that opened my eyes
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| I dreamed of a young band of angels
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| That shone like the stars from above
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| 'Cos each had a bright bruning candle
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| Except for the angel I loved
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| And I asked why their candles were burning
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| And why that hers wasn’t the same
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| She said: Oh, Daddy, each time that I try to light it
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| Your tears just keep drowning the flame
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| We stared at the stranger in silence
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| His spirit was truly alive
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| If life had made his eyes glisten
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| The diamond was bright in his eye
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| 'Cos everyone who ever loved him
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| Though fortune had torn them apart
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| Will live in the Hall of the Angels
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| As long as the love in his heart
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| Oh they’ll live in the Hall of The Angels
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| As long as the love in your heart |