Lovely flocks of angels dancing on my head,
I woke dizzy and as though I am dead,
The sounds repeating from a distance,
Marching band of lovely angels,
In the realm where music originated,
Like the sounds of many waters,
Its music so soothing and so pleasant to soul,
I love paradise, the eternal hope of the soul oppressed,
A considerable future where there will be no more unhappy years,
For many just like the sand besides the sea,
There will be pebbles like pears in the eyes,
And like emerald pebbles in isles of paradise,
My greatest dream for today and beyond,
The foreseeable future of better tomorrow,
A wonderful land of soothing music,
My soul delights in them all,
With thousand voices shouting and singing for joy,
Music is all they know,
Even in the world eternal,
The ancient path shall I tread,
There is no enemy in sound,
There is no quarrel in praise,
Music is all I know,
With their wings folded,
In adore to him seated on the throne,
I woke up in awe,
And a shout I issued,
Paradise, paradise is all I long to see.