Robed Angels; wreathed in light
Needn’t flap feathered wings to be in flight
Angular and tall or skinny and stout
When they enter the room there be no drought

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

Slowly, they march and gracefully they turn
Gaze at me full on so blithe, so stern
So terrible and yet exquisite
Sometimes they grace me with a visit

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

I feel them breathe and every heart beat
It’s so overwhelming to appraise such a glorious a fleet
I can feel it whenever they are near
Warm radiance floods up my neck to my hearing ear

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground

Robed Angels; wreathed in light
Needn’t flap feathered wings to be in flight
Androgynous and lovely in such extremes
Sometimes I fear they are a thing only of dreams

Away, away; go leave me now
I am alone on this muddy ground